For Flowers Of Late

Well, so here I am again, in dead of night, looking for light or maybe some sighs
To soak on nostalgia or pondering my future, God only knows where I'll be to next
A trip worth the mention but never get started, so grand as receptions for funerals to come
In treaty of changes for fame and no fortune, I fly off this mull and trudged up indolence!

But then what of this that makes me so calm, when this damn world did spew nothing but choices?
To what do I owe this mockery of atrocity? So much as in vain for fealty too puzzling?
So this maybe the end or the world keeps on spinning, but stained these last pages my prayers what of it?
To think this too much may intemperance be a ball, for sickness and in health they weave but no time!

And so to this streetsmart I say let's be friends, for hidden back daggers we sway but in dreams
I'm tired of too trying but never to shining, for it's all but whitewash from where I'm now at!
To think that we're too much of grinding and crying, is that what this Fate is that God has been hiding?
For bigheaded bright lions they roar but not gather, or is it just this me that went on too far?

So much so thus questioned but never much answered, is this my own fire or a prison by choice?
Oh God I but fear that the road has been shut, too late to turn back like the candles they melted
Not quick to be learning but leaned on false spirits, I sought not what's wrong but what of this me?
Is this my own dream so dreary in tempest? Or maybe there's no wronging in doing so twosome?

Oh perfection my faction so fractioned but tractioned, I seek to thus sway my own dark strong castle
For egos I will go but not for this tempo, or maybe he's just swining for me to so fire him?
But what of the chaos and confusion I reigned in? Is that just too much for a mere blackshot arrow?
To what do I owe so destructive my world, just so that I could get back at this hymn?

Ah, no answers in sight but still I did spin, this deadly spiked wheel the Roulette of Own Mind
So maybe I did see my insanity now fleshed, so carved on my drink I cast one more die
To nostrumised my mind before they touched heart, in peace and in chaos they'd all looked the same
In stride for one race, a band of dead centres, but still not too afraid! To pray one more time...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011