I’m found,
And it lightens my heart that i don’t know where, how,
But i wake up every morning with empty clear ears,
It’s not the sky of the ears,
But lately the quiet isn’t empty,
Because the sky is no longer dropping tears,
And smiling isn’t a way to ease the burden,
Nor a ship rushes to live,
Nor a pursue to a pursue,
Talking is a fish when you want to,
Days are found by me,
Not empty, not found in no shape,
Even with no one in sight,
Loneliness float away,
No sign for the need of it to stay,
Because my heart is full,
And my body isn’t,
The scent of rainy ground is like suicide of beauty,
The taste of raisins cake,
Burden eases everything, the past, except the smile,
I run on two legs to chop wood by my hands,
Time waits for no one,
We waited places too, time,
We waited places to another time,
I hate waiting too,
I’ll shadow fight all the waiting lists and packs,
Including the ones shipping myself,
Because I’ll be standing in the way of the present tense,
Only then I’ll be an illusion for time,
Will always be happening,
If i happened,
But i was found back then,
And the places we left will always be back then,
It will wait holding hands with time,
In pain,
It will wait for us,
On another rainy days,
We can only bet,
They don’t hate waiting too.
zaki monzer 