I’m not thinking of ending things ,
The savior both my blessing and my curse ,
My car of life , wasn’t stuck in the snow ,
But on my bed , which i can’t return to ,
Its two sides , had two worlds ,
Where neither i am at ,
Nor anybody else ,
I stood at the mountain top of both of them ,
Yet they ended at the island’s shore ,
No pirates entered either ,
Nobody had my empire of dirt ,
Nobody wanted it .
Casted away here ,
On a spotless island mind ,
I drove the car , with the snow outside ,
Wondering about the initial place ,
Wandering in the driveway through ,
What could’ve been ?
Written in the eternal eyes ,
That i wanna be ? But didn’t become ,
Was fated to drive here in the blizzard which i adore,
Not expecting any ships ,
As my heart bleed “the thing” ,
I’ve been praying for since ten ,
Not knowing what where when .
I carried the car as my as the island land ,
Through the damaged sea of white ,
Fantasizing about an eternal sunshine ,
Of pirates , about pirates ,
While gazing into the banner of the sun ,
No treasure to be ever found ,
I’m not lost , and I’m no treasure ,
And while other oceans couldn’t carry ,
The weight of existence in the middle of themselves,
I , the little swamp ,
With lousy loudly dirty creatures inside ,
With thousands of non-interaction , never happened ,
Maladaptive dreaming stories outside ,
Outside the window of the car ,
Far from the kingdom’s portal ,
I will carry the absurd ,
Of that empire’s world .
And i , who don’t exist , except there ,
I , with the wandering kids and mind ,
I’m not thinking of ending things ,
I will not leave any kind behind .
zaki monzer 