All my assumptions were impractical,
They got shattered as a dream,
I wonder how impractical,
Too hard for me to conceal.
Why did you let my assumptions break,
Why my Lord I plead,
How hollow I appear to myself,
How can it ever be concealed?
I am hollow as a drum,
And I know it is true,
He only can breath life,
Only on him I rely.
A poem by R. A. Jacob
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