The Weight of Past Through Every Life
If I could walk through time again, A ghost upon a different stage, I'd see the faces then and when, And skip the next, blank, unseen page. I'd pass the stranger on the street, And turn away from every door, Lest their hello become defeat, And leave me wanting something more. For in their eyes, a future sleeps, A coming hurt, a heavy cost, A vow that's made, a wound that deeps, A love that's found and then is lost. So I'd retreat from every face, From every hand that reaches out, To keep my heart in its safe place, And quiet every lonely doubt. To stand alone, a hollow form, Untouched by joy or bitter strife, And build a shelter from the storm, By never truly living life... Nidal Sati
