'The Scene'

Grumbling at the death
Of a better man,

Time and time again,
I mark how much different I am.

I will just say what is said: nafs,
Gamble with death.

Certainly ahead
In some respects,

Absolutely behind
In others,

But who
Keeps track?

At the performance
Everyone will dance--let it be said,

No one shall pass but them
Who have the key,

Turning in the lock,
Each can relate--let us be free

From expectations--let us all sing,
The tribulation

Is universal,
Do you really think you're that unique?

I stand corrected, as we all
Can see.

Additionally,
I stand correct.  This is the scene

From Austin to Albuquerque, Berkeley
To Eugene,

I'm different,
I said--turn me up, I'm me.

One last question before you leave--
If the blind will follow,

Tell me, who's to lead?
Blinder leading the blinded, indeed.