Woke up to a time not known,
Going to a time set in mind,
The only difference between running and life,
Is that running is when you set time to bleed,
While life is timeless bleeding,
Felt my heart beats slow but heavy in sleep,
Maybe they’re signs that i missed something along the way.
I stepped outside to a dark morning ,
It reminded me of days i can’t remember,
Somethings along the way,
I’m waiting to be graced,
As I’m always,
And lately I’m going to many other cities each week,
Im glad im always seeking to see,
With no reason ,
Sometimes i wonder , then i see leaves, blowing in wind again,
And im fine again..
Before i start i wonder if something is waiting for me at the end of line,
New faces,
New prayers i never prayed for,
Something you come across as in movies,
That makes the plot of the movies,
But the plot for now for me is just one foot infront of other,
Time and time and time again,
Its simple , but hell , nothing special.
The stadium is small, and empty,
Ten years back,
It was big and and full,
You were small,
First laps were sarcasm of easiness,
Only in the tenth the hard pursuit started to show,
I tried slowing down in the 20th laps,
To keep gas to the end,
I’m glad i did,
Nothing special , but i beat the sun again,
I’m slowly drifting,
I wish that something is slowly drifting towards me too,
Sometimes there’s no poetry but simply being peacefully blessed in solitude,
I’m glad that my heart was beating both,
Heavy and slow,
And hard and fast,
For another morning.
zaki monzer 