I maybe a liar to myself for every so often, for never a truth would I tell for a price of kingdoms
But what could this me do, for I'm living with a fool, so tired am I in telling him to get lost
Yet no voices be uttered but within my fiery soul be brazen and red like no fools aplenty
For 'tis not be the best time for retribution of nothing, nor will I forgive myself for these bad feelings
So now I'm lost in fields so golden, so lost but the sight of the things I should do
But maybe this small me is to blame for trying to be me, so naive and innocent despite my real age!
So now this day be the end of all side-trackings, enough now, I say, enough with these shmucks!
For would I be to ruin the best time of my life for shit and sweet-nothings, for real and reality?
No, for 'tis now be the time for action and much mopping, of the mess that I've left when fate hits me thirty
Never would again I'd be so naive, so innocent so stupid and much rank refuse, goodbye and good riddance!
For this may be the line I'd draw on all sands, for the wage in black silver is now on their faces, awashed in grey
And this time maybe, I'd be the other half of the man that I'm supposed to be right now...damn you all!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011
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