Sam Aleks (05/06/1993 / Yerevan, Armenia)

Well,
Inside my head I see my soul
Next, beside a talker
Wild in a mournful gaze
Last, by a gaping hole
In a drainage type of place.
Beside the walk come the old
But who cares about those
Below the years come the new
But nothing good to behold.
You say time flies by
Not fast enough
You say heavy holds the sky
I doubt it, I say.
And now hard as we push
Nay gentle as we try
Trudging longer learning
Passing as the last wave clambers by
Now making sense of awe
And wondering the waste
And cursing every flaw
Failing fast without a happy taste
I couldn't care if I tried.
Nay longer as we linger
And silly as we feel
And wonder what makes us weaker
And labor for the next meal
And cling careful to the curb
Call on, yes we call on
But stay we, too, yes
Too far gone.

But hold on,
I say yes, we're holding on.
Lovely as the sky
Loud as a marching band
Keeping, sailing by
Trying hard to understand.
And the seasons still change
And the flowers do bloom
And a workday still stands
And a weekend still ends, far, far too soon.
Yes though we wrinkle and wax
And waver, grow weaker
Sicker, softer,
Soon end before the next day's moon.
Hush and stop now
Cease now,
For it shall never be done,
Take comfort, take ease
Before you spiral,
Too far gone.



(2012)
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