I said to many chances I’d given myself,
at least regrets left
even if my suitcases carry rejections,
at least I can remain in the middle of the sea
and look at the blue surrounding me
breathe in at that time
call myself someone that’d tried to walk on water
God is my witness.

I said when hope went to chase after those regrets,
as you’ve taken away light,
I’ll assume it’s night and fall asleep,
how long that night lasts,
only God will give voice
because I was born in an era
found my talents outdated
yet my being rebelled and
shaped my words into paper castles…

Till then I’ll remain asleep.