I got a memory of snow,
Deep and breakable,
Of my grandparents and kids on carpets,
Can’t do movies of snow,
Because I’m not chasing dreams,
That i have everyday,
Not writing the dreams,
Because i don’t have everyday.
I used to see numbers,
Now suns are parking mid street,
So the snow is over earth’s ground,
But my grandparents aren’t,
And my friends are at the snow,
Where i can’t do movies,
So they act like i don’t see it,
While standing on a sky that isn’t falling,
We can breath now,
We are what’s falling,
Like domino pieces my friend took,
Before life’s sanity fell,
And laughs hide a surreal mind,
Of our being,
Our lies now.
I can’t smile,
Because I’m smiling all the time,
My marathons are on faculties,
My pimples cooked by the sun,
Where my friends sprinted every time,
But not in a clear night’s sky.
I was left,
With marathons on faculties,
I wasn’t lost from my major,
I was right,
I was lost with my major , alone here
So i keep seeking for a sun ray,
In the snow that i watch,
In the snow that throw at the sun that i fight,
A circle of it,
The sun ray in the snow,
While running in circles of track,
Two circles there,
To find a state of being of one.
zaki monzer 