I wasn’t a kid when i was a kid ,
I was a kid when I was not ,
I smell like corn when I’m tired or sweaty ,
Maybe because when i was a kid ,
I stood under it’s leaves ,
Running from the sun ,
And then it , the corn scent , hit me forever .
I wonder in good dreams lately ,
No secret to be found ,
No dreams to be remembered either ,
So they continue for continues days ,
Hopeful that my days will be washed like them ,
As i continue to not be washed for days ,
Because there’s no sweat found on my skin ,
Even after running ,
So i smell like corn .
Would a world filled with me just be corn-flowers ?
I was born at midnight ,
But ever since my first morning and the sun is still hitting me ,
I would be calm as a corn-flower ,
As i always am here ,
And i know there’s nothing like corn-flowers here ,
But a world filled with me , and only me ,
Would not be silent or calm ,
It would be loud , screaming , of joy definitely ,
Joy ,
Of daydreams at days ,
Of running , sweating , and not smelling like corn ,
Without caring of the sun hitting me , or us ,
Us ,
All of us that are of me .
zaki monzer 