But Life...





But Life...
By Putera Muhamad Ashraf

Set me up again, oh master of thought
Make me whole again, oh master of none
Take your clouds away, oh king of gloom
Feed me with your pleasantries, oh queen of clouds

I wanted to say hello, but I wished goodbye
So many words to share, but my mouth runs dry
I could’ve forever been a child, but I couldn’t wait to grow oh so old

I long to feel the cool wind breeze
But these walls are sealed
I want to see the stars shining on your face
But this roof is creating a mass of haze

I want to play in the rain, but I’m under an umbrella
I need to buy a loaf of bread, but I cling on to hope and pray
I want to witness the falling snow, but the window’s broke and the stars are ablaze

I want to see the whole world move
But my eyes are glued
I want to travel across the sacred earth
But my body won’t move from across my bed

Felt like I awoke anew today, but it feels the same as yesterday
The Nightingale sings, but my ears are plugged in play
There was knowledge lying before my feet, but I kicked it away with loath and greed

I lost sight of the sun again
Cynical thoughts running around my head
“But life” was my lonely complaint
“But life” was my motivating chant

The master of thought is ringing around my brain
The master of none is in a hollow den
The king of gloom is sealing the sunny sky
The queen of clouds is whispering her solemn vows

I am the catapult for those who hate
I am an angel that’ll never fly again
I am the rattlesnake gun you’ll never fire
Hearing the same old songs from the good old days

The poet is riled in so much hate
And I say “It’s all ok”
A jovial persona is weeping
And I say “It’s all ok”
The silver spoon is ruling
And I say “It’s all ok”
I couldn’t get out of bed today,
And I say “But life…”

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