Where did I come from?
And what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea!
My soul is from elsewhere.
I am sure of that,
And I intend to end up there!
When I get back around that place, Ill be completely sober!
Meanwhile I am a bird from some other continent!
sitting in this aviary
The day is coming when I fly-off!
but who is now in my ears who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes__What is the soul?
I cannnot stop asking
If I could taste one sip of an answer
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home!
(Jelaluddin Rumi)
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