Sorry folks!
I refuse to see it any other way
No offence!
But I have my own eyes
And I am not ready to die
Not before living some
I’ll be me I guess
Shaky, like “willows in the wind” as we say in Persian
Yeah…, from time to time
Sad, like the fenced yards I pass by everyday? Perhaps…
And lonely
Like the crescent moon hanging up-side-down
every third or fourth afternoon of the lunar month
But not dead
I’ll live some before I die
It hasn’t been that bad actually
I used to run into strange-looking faces
In deserted corners of my dreams
Tricky business! Chasing them into day light
And looking them in the eye
Till they looked like scarecrows
But guess what!
They are gone now
What did I have for a weapon?
Goodness! Nothing, nothing
All I had was being me
Or you might say
The simple privilege of knowing
Who I could not be!
And, yeah…
There was that thing, too
That thing about not lying
Never, to anyone, about anything
Not even for a split second
Not even about the shape of a stupid snowflake
That defies the naked eye anyway
Yeah, that was kind of important, I would say.
And you know what?
It hasn’t been too bad
So,
I am going to live some more
Before I die.
August 6, 2000