Contemplating Poem by Mustafa Marconi

Contemplating, which way should I flow?
When hell breaks out, just where will I go?
The spirit is weary, the stakes are high
The body awaits the mind’s reply
The dealers and wheelers camouflage the games
Zero degrees or 300 degrees, the lies are all the same
Analyzing, which way should we flow
When time stands still just where shall we go
The body is tired, the stakes are sky high
The mind awaits the spirit’s reply
The educators and holy men have camouflaged the game
And the undertakers and politician are just two of the same
Do we journey swiftly to higher ground
With a skewed understanding of what truly going down
Hand clasp in prayers with urgent pleads
To shadows of illusions and trickery
Or do we pursue the treasures of mortal men
Storing earthly possessions for what ails us within
A comprehensive mirage occupying our minds
While precious moments of time continue to pass us by
Visualizing, which way should we flow
When evil digs in, just where shall we go
The body is tired, the stakes are high
The spirit awaits the proper reply