God, is that you?

Bismillah.

All bullsh*t aside, this must be what it feels like to hit your stride.

To be able to silence the outside world and work with what’s inside.

Clear thinking makes the hardest resolution into an easy decision.

Like should I stay or should I go? Or do I even have a religion?

Who am I exactly? I mean I look a Muslim, but I speak like a Christian…

I can’t find any holes, it doesn’t feel like anything’s missing.

You know that warm and fuzzy feeling people get? Yeah, I don’t get that…

Seems like when I recite scripture it hits back.

Don’t get me wrong I believe there’s one cause, one goal, one meaning…

But it’s always a conflict when people ask to which side I’m leaning.

I want to believe everything that’s in the book.

But every time I close it something says take a second look.

And I always seem to find a contradiction that has me shook.

So finally I look into my spirit.

Which has been calling me the whole time I just couldn’t hear it.

God’s been there the whole time….just had to look inside the mirror…