I was going to sleep,
But a chocolate bar from my sister saved me,
Sister’s are born to save you.
Even when doing nothing,
I’ll let tomorrow sleep instead of me,
Since I’m not there yet,
And she’ll be gone soon,
I’ll learn to be thankful when there’s no time,
I’ll learn, i laugh.
I read soom shitty poetry,
Then i thought of the self i am,
Of the people,
Always betting on me,
Can’t sleep,
While i feel recovered,
After bleeding myself on the hills,
Someone said you should repeat again,
I said i should repeat again,
When you let tomorrow sleep,
You crave poetry and pain,
The pain, that shit is real,
When the world is doomed anyway,
You were there but it was here, left,
Bleeding on the hill,
Ten times, more times to come,
Ten selves, of you, left out.
I learned of archetypes the other days,
I want to be the one who reads,
I want to read,
It’s not listed there,
Neither am i,
Ten selves, i left out,
Only left the one who reads,
The world is doomed,
And talks are too,
I just want to talk to people who read,
They saw it too,
Us that is not here,
Only them,
Us that came from here,
Choose another way,
The way of chocolate,
The throwing of another day,
Ten times, more times to come,
To remember what tells us we were real.
In a year my wings might grow,
That was the point of hills,
Against sunsets,
And i might not be here, if so,
Take them and put it in my books,
Left, in a world of no suns,
Left, with a wish to fly,
To sunsets yet to come,
A year or sum,
To yours,
To sister’s, to mom.
zaki monzer 