To wake up with a pursue
Of having day , maybe of work , maybe at a village stay,
Of wanting to drink , seven cups for seven days ,
Each of a color , each of a new sun ,
Waking up ,
Not knowing what’s over my head ,
Got into my fine legs ,
With only one small muscle , damaged ,
It has been beeping since days , alone ,
I wonder why..
Like a frog struggling for water and functioning ,
And sitting on an isolated leaf ,
Other muscles left her ,
They were just fine at the swamp ,
But you know ,
My entire body just can’t run an inch without her ,
This small unrecognizable muscle ,
Like a clan that is being completely demolished ,
Like a town with a tomb , getting annihilated .
I keep following swirls and circles ,
I miss running on track circles ,
I need to keep track of circles ,
Or else i won’t know ,
What’s over my head when i wake up ,
All i want is to run 400m sprints with my brothers again,
Brothers are only brothers because we meet in real ,
And one is between mountains ,
And the other is between hills ,
And I’m between them two ,
I’m between two desks too ,
Running circles with them ,
What a great dream to wake up to ,
Where we won’t be between anything at all ,
Just out , circling the air , no ceiling above , nothing on the sides of our side ,
Taking time now ,
In a simple place designed to take time to ,
My head rests on a pillow case ,
And it’s said that a war’s lead but I forget ,
Did it happen before ?
That I let another day go by , like it always did ,
I want to be afraid , then i will be normal
Bt I’m not , it seems that these days ,
I’m caught under space , but completely free ,
My heart’s getting harder , gladly
I sent my blood away ,
I’m calling god ,
I’m not screaming to an empty sky ,
The only empty sky is me ,
Used to tell god to let go ,
And that it is over my head ,
Knowing he never will , gladly ,
One half of my heart is free ,
On a track field ,
Other half of my heart’s asleep ,
On a pillow case ,
Wanting seven colorful mugs ,
For seven uncolored mornings ,
Each with a name of a day ,
Where i wake up knowing what’s over my head.
zaki monzer 