My eyes are begging to die,
I listen to them,
While i write inside this cloud,
Of things, busy things,
Don’t know where they part,
Don’t know where they clash,
But my eyes are tired to hear,
Tired to sleep,
I wasn’t fast while fasting,
Hope I’ll be fast while leaving other days,
Because i wanted to accept the man i am,
And not accept I’m not capable of loving,
Only sleeping,
Hating the movies i can’t do,
Replying to people i can’t talk to,
Running in places, no one do, does,
I wish i did,
Instead of taking a youthful bid,
On paper towers that will never come,
And sounds that will never smell the sea again,
But everyone smells the sea,
And walks in campuses under the sun,
While i go to the other side,
I envy they smell the sea,
I envy they live sundays,
The sea is mine,
I stood with it alone,
No one else did,
The streets are mine,
I ran them alone,
I eased their loneliness in the dark,
When you rip mine,
I rip my myself into them,
So you can’t belong there,
They’re mine!
I don’t belong to where i can reach,
I pray with sunlight,
Falling from building blocks,
Down the alley i dashed,
To the ending scenes i tried to catch,
My birthdays of egg dreams,
My sea castles on birthday days,
When i used to wake up,
To a sudden sleep talk.
Golden boy, golden boy,
Leave me,
So i can dream of not flying,
Not the other side, not here too,
So i can dream of me.
Golden boy you joined the sun force,
And I’m wearing glasses already,
Not a fair race to the end of me,
I left the vindications and sun rays in snow,
I don’t want circled worlds of dreams,
Nor stories of kids on islands and lost spaceships,
Inside a vivid breeze you should leave,
Donate me away,
I’m tired or riping you in roads and seas,
Where they go,
While they go,
And away they go,
Golden boy,
Please go.
zaki monzer 