As the sun goes early,
On late autumn days,
A late life goes by,
Waiting for its sun,
Wind passed on a tree lined street,
With no trees in sight,
So life fled by like all the birds, carrying it,
And we were but a point left by,
Centered looking at them in the wind,
Wishing our time will come too.
Our visions opened up,
Like sunlight cracks through the clouds,
We’ve ran way far beneath them,
In many autumn days,
More than we can remember,
No trees ahead , no leaves ,
No tears , to be shed , to fall ,
No worries to be made ,
With no trees with leaves ahead,
And birds above your head.
No worries,
When you got two faces and two hearts,
You don’t need saving,
When you’re moving too fast,
You don’t need saving,
When you’re not moving too fast,
It only saddens me,
That in between all,
A fixed point in the train of life,
Was waiting to have the last seat,
Not for the scenes , only wind breeze.
The wind rises and hits you down,
When you’re running fast,
And it falls and hits you up,
When you’re not,
And i fell tired as i look up for the many trees of many lives,
That flies above with the birds,
I wanna fall in some life of them,
Like autumn leaves that never exist,
Like the birds do in distant lands,
I wanna fall in fall season ,
In distant life lands,
Beyond eyes , beyond the wind.
zaki monzer 