Late at night, I wonder…
Ten years have gotten behind
Don’t know, declined or confined.
Running away or running around
Anyhow I don’t like the sound.
Sound of the rains pouring outside
Or the blood that’s gushing inside.
Taste of the wind of a far off land
Or of the waves that kiss the sand.
I close my eyes to feel my sight
To feel the presence of the bright light.
Feeling my nails to check how long life has been
Happy within because it’s been a win-win.
It’s still young and still a sweet song
Ten years have gone but she’s running strong.
Listening to the rains and talking to the wind
Feeling the wavy sand, quite thick-skinned.
Looking at the sun that’s far beyond
For he will always be here to respond.
To questions of other young men and women
Of the famous “how long do I live” acumen.
Late at night, I wonder
Life and me are the same. Not asunder.