I started a run,
With no end lines,
Never finished,
Races of no finish lines,
Only i will , i do.
No questions, in the wheat field,
Legs can’t hold more,
Left the puddle,
To lined lights streets.
No answers, in the lined lights streets,
Mind is his spring time,
Left all swimming people,
Wandering at past wheat fields.
I changed,
Mirrors wait for me long now,
As i wait for my hair,
So i could take my time in praying,
For other lined streets,
Blue clouds,
Yellow films,
Green town , black walls,
Uphills , secret cells,
Active , blood laughs,
Wedding rooftops , summer nights,
Rascals , reptides , secret tombs,
Distant people , wheat fields
Maybe laying,
Maybe laying,
Of my friend , my friends, remembering me,
It’s happening,
Its happening!!
I wish so..
We might strike a bat of memories,
Another lifetimes in our one might stand,
Will such childhoods happen,
To roll the dice once again?
To see,
Open an eventful call,
Like someone who was chased by someone who opened a door,
In a field,
Of rain,
Of you, and me,
I won’t race you and me,
I’ll run for us,
I’ll take my time to dance in the rain.
I’ll run in the rain,
Races with the universe ,
Between trees, beside seas,
Where i am left alone, without myself,
To spaces on the outside,
Of you and me,
No wins, no you, no me,
Just little infinities,
Between every mile, meter, and lane.
And when the universe does math,
I’ll be done running too,
When he show us,
Those infinities,
Of choices, chances, dimensions, dreams,
I’ll show mine,
Of blood, sweat, tears, spit,
Because I’m racing with the universe,
And I’ll dance and cry on my run,
If he restarts,
I restart a run,
With no end lines,
Never finished
zaki monzer 