A café on the corner,
Sought to be owned,
Everyone standing there, sitting,
Sought to be owned,
By a life at a certain café,
To feel as something,
Something grander than thyself,
They sit, we sit,
To drink something warmer than we’ll ever be.
The next war,
I’ll take a side against the places,
Of people, against cats, thinking they like cats,
If park winds demanded to;
Jesus stood on water,
I’ll stand by the wind,
The silent one hearing my unbelonging,
Our happy unbelonging,
Since my belonging was for the set of us,
Never wanted a set,
Of me nor a grand streak of thy.
A set of dejavu’s,
In a lane of lives,
30% dreaming rule,
Layers of smiles, liking someone,
40% limit theory,
Layers of trials,
6 degrees of separation,
Layers of tryouts,
Life ends and all you did was:
Smiles, trails, tryouts,
If all we were but set of tryouts,
Then we are out of cafés,
Out there,
Out being a grand thing,
Seatbelts and sea floors,
Seatbelts and sea floors..
For i know that god is gracious,
Atlantis will be illuminated someday,
Carrying me on its back,
For then I’m gonna dig yellow,
Play the role,
Seatbelts and sea floors,
Kitchen sinks, and park winds,
Staying out of cafés, with them,
Without others, with them,
Atlantis on the back,
Warm tea against all galactic track.
إِنَّا عَرَضْنَا الْأَمَانَةَ عَلَى السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ وَالْجِبَالِ فَأَبَيْنَ أَن يَحْمِلْنَهَا وَأَشْفَقْنَ مِنْهَا وَحَمَلَهَا الْإِنسَانُ ۖ إِنَّهُ كَانَ ظَلُومًا جَهُولًا (72)
zaki monzer 