The Way

No its not that way, 
Its not the way you ought to be. 
You can be the questions that lay, 
Hurdles on the roads of crime. 
You can the answers that file, 
And blow life into the rocks of time. 
You can be the mirrors, 
To every face thats searching for dirt. 
You can be the waters, 
In every hand trying to clean them neat. 
You can be the heroes, 
Of peace at the borders of this land. 
You can be the linctus, 
To the traitor, here in every mind. 
No its not the way, 
Its not the way you ought to be. 
Silent and alone with nothing to say, 
Brimful but nothing to give. 
You pray to these idols, 
Not for the needy but for self. 
You stay good to friends, 
With fear but not with love. 
Why do you shrink, 
When you have strength to rise big? 
Why do you sink, 
When you can float like a helping log? 
Why do you turn blind to light, 
When you are expected to be a candle? 
Why do you paint your face with a doubt, 
When you asked to typify as an answer? 
No its not that way, 
Its not the way you ought to be. 
You can be, 
The clock that blends the wine. 
You can be, 
The mocking bird thats never gone.

-Aroon Che