Late-Night Redemptions

The days and the years they crept up to me and then left like I wasn't even there

Time and again I would swear that Time is indeed my only sworn enemy

But what of the lessons it gives us about Life and the unknown?

Is there really an answer to everything that I'd sought and lost?

For now we have come to the month that ever I did feel cold on the onset of flowers

The day much told for the days and the months and the years to come round full circle again

Yet not too heartfelt to the likes of me of whether I did like it or not to come to past

For there was never a winter too cold than a time unawaiting for a child at heart...

And now I figured that Life and Time just gets too weird and outlandish for even this me

For yet have I seen the answer to a question I most sought after its terminus, its ending

And that concerns of why am I still living even long after I've searched for reasons I should

For it seems that even I could see that time and day did spiral and still spirals to no end!

Why indeed, that I still keep on living long after any semblance of a sort for any reason at all to live

Had since disappeared like stories of old from ruins of moss and weed, and I am still alone in this one

Am I really am the living dead of a purpose that drags on his feet for a future no reason could describe?

Or maybe I'm already dead but dreaming still like some cosmic tentacled god of one twisted mad Arab?

So indeed this way is the way for me to wend my way still 

To celebrate the birthday of a Life that maybe not meant to be

For the one who lived only til the 90's but still exists somewhat at present

In a form devoid of hope and maybe devoid of Life, seeking for God for late-night redemptions...

SAIF MINTAKA

KL

2013