Everyone that was once,
Taught me a color of god,
I sit in places where one color starts,
Waiting for another one to take a part,
I see the dark now,
And i call the wind,
To the other side,
Sending me ropes to you.
If i was a fictional creature i would’ve been me,
If i was real i would’ve been waves,
Everyone is real as waves,
And my god is their god,
So i swear to their god,
Clinging to life, craving,
Colorful ropes, endless grounds.
At the end of the world it won’t be snowing,
But it will be snowing at the end of mine,
Still life leans towards living,
Trying all in thyself,
To separate having it all and giving it up,
Every day is a certain something for everyone,
Yesterday was it for us,
But we’ll leave it behind,
If we were two characters in a novel; series,
Would the audience root for us?
We’re not stuck out, nor defined,
It’s fine to be though,
Only by a memory in the snow.
Yet were there,
Over the horizon,
Sitting still wondering through,
Glimpses of us,
That was being inside colors,
We are here,
Of the world,
From the world,
That was always, will always, be.
zaki monzer 