I’ve been waiting my own end
While others were waiting for living;
Dipping in all the happiness
That I could not afford.
While others were waiting for living,
I’ve been counting my last minutes;
Promising peace in every second
That pushed me out of life.
I’ve been counting my last minutes
While guessing which organ dies first;
Whether the head, heart or lungs
That has firstly mercy on me.
While guessing which organ dies first,
Others guessed about soccer matches;
Whether the red with blue or black stripes
That wins their thousandth game.
Others guessed about soccer matches
While I’ve been looking for meaning;
Whether there was or I was missing
That pushed others for living.
While I’ve been looking for meaning,
Others loved, laughed and cried;
Being genuinely the creature
That they meant to be.
Others loved, laughed and cried
While I kept observing and writing;
Having no sense in life, I wonder
That I am a human.
I’ve been waiting my own end while others were waiting for living;
Having no sense in life, I wonder that I am a human.
Benyamin Bensalah
18.11.2019
