If i can mirror your own inner sun,
I dare you to look at my midnight run,
For I quite chess when i feel unreal,
And inside the beams i do love everyone.
Too much of what i have got,
I give only to my grandma’s pot,
For she waited for my classes,
To start, to end, to start again,
Like a future she’s never at,
Unlike everyone,
She knows without leaving a dot,
Unlike anyone,
I wait for her, also in my classes,
In gazing at eggplants,
While writing any plot,
I graduated years ago you see,
You’re not young enough to understand..
Who remembers any chair,
When you miss sleeping over any desk?
That was picked to be dreamed on,
By an uncertain anyone,
Even on a play, when at the sea?
If all we are is a ride,
And the hand of god is on a ride,
Going nowhere slow,
Like us,
Going nowhere fast,
We were always leaving,
To someone, that isn’t there,
Iron ground of a stay,
Another kid wants to runaway,
Not like us, but on the same train,
Reasons left on a doorway,
Left our skins on the snow, falling,
Left our heads lifted, the snow, still falling,
A horse, left on the snow,
He was always leaving,
A play of us, almost told,
Like a wedding, almost, never told,
His cry there, almost never,
Like tables, violins, apples,
Left in the out,
Heading towards us, without knowing both,
The place we’re seeking,
And we were always leaving.
zaki monzer 