The Era Of Silent Travelers

So this is now me, the one but only me, the one and only me, and the me who never smiles through sadness
Trudging up this steep hill though seen by others indeed his trek is nothing more than a mere joke-in-progress
Trying desperately to stay stable yet the world around him keeps seeing him not unlike a blur in the crowd
Too late to cry for what's a tear's worth to all around him when respects are measured only by fame and money!

But now all frames have come full circle, thrown down and much shattered like the glass he called his Heart
Too much no more to warm his soul for friendly words or none in particular, this tormented nothing walked out like a ghost
For now and forever I spare no money to charities unheard of but never for once the sun it sings for life
And then this rain it pours for all eternity the sadness out-proportioned and blasted by neither hope nor prayers!

For now it seems the same ensues, but not construed by laughters above I sully my hands for a feast infernal
To win these wings of blackened eagle I will not obey the systems around me, tourette or not it matters to none
But hear me this now for the fears are now over! No more will I be but one and alone, to eke out sympathy likes funerals at sea
For the time has come for me to walk on this street, this city, and this world at large, so bright and pompous like lords of the sun!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011