My long life is being filled with short films,
About people who bleed and cry and think,
Since everyone let all the worlds down, with you,
I don’t feel if anybody feels,
Or did anyone let you down with the world,
Did anyone look back?
I always felt like a shadow but was it always this clear for everyone?
My short life is being filled with long runs,
Where i bleed and cry and think,
And i thank the blessing that is empty streets,
I thank the blessing that is empty me,
I’m torn between a life that is flashing by and by a life waiting silently on a train,
Heading toward an eternal dream i don’t remember,
So you run towards that place you can’t remember and you can’t forget,
As you move on you still dream of her not being,
And you dream of yourself being happy,
You dream of yourself your kid being happy.
Lastly,
After a year of losing her,
But you now lost him,
After the last year where it all ended on the snow,
But the snow is pouring now,
You want your heart to pour down,
Because you learned how to love everyone , everyone,
And your heart can’t stay here,
Because the people you belong to were in ancient times,
They didn’t too stay here,
And she didn’t stay here,
She left on a friday afternoon,
And saturday morning still hadn’t come yet,
So you run alot in sundays,
In hope for only yesterday,
Only yesterday.
And the trainstations flash by now,
And I’m no longer a traveler,
I no longer fear the planes above my head,
Nor the pain under my leg,
I’m crying at the start of every movie,
Cause i wish i was ending things too,
All of the words and faces and places and dreams,
Are collected in a fruit basket for me,
That i send to the bees to eat,
In a future i no longer see if I’m heading to.
I am screaming to the void in silence,
That is the fullness of me,
And once i screamed in a void in silence,
They left on a friday,
The world doesnt want u to be calm and golden,
But wants you to leave first,
It’s loosing,
And I’ve given the world my all
Of you in it
With no interest
Only for you in it
You sided with it
Without your interest,
Now I’m writing mirrors,
To shut up my darkness,
Since I’m always running with only myself,
My heart isn’t in me,
I’m in the darkness in it.
zaki monzer 