I feel very late ,
I feel lately ,
That I’m doing things ,
Things i didn’t do ,
So i wonder and maybe i wondered alot ,
So i blame myself ,
But i read blame then i remembered ,
I’d forget about this time too ,
Maybe it wasn’t wasted ,
Maybe i was still searching ,
Still carying this rope to the mean time ,
Only now i feel it more often ,
As the dire need for home comes closer ,
And it reaches my throat ,
That i breath with while running ,
To make room for youth ,
To search in what ally i went there ,
And i forgave the walls i leaned on ,
I forgave the desks i cried under ,
I forgave the roads i never crossed ,
I forgave myself i never saw , or will ,
If we ever crossed time roads ,
And since i use a lot of breathing now ,
My throat is full ,
There’s no room left for home .
zaki monzer 