Month: January 2020

In the middle of life’s jungles I stand

Puzzled, finding the path to the exit

I’ve wandered and wandered

Yet I stand still in the center

Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere

I have walked many paths

Straight, crooked and unclear

I have lived many lives

Clean, bad and unclassified

And I’m still walking

With a tired feet in the middle of nowhere

I have adapted

I have cowered

I have exploded

And I have explored

Many steps I have taken

But still find myself in the middle of nowhere

Now I’m taking a break

It’s time to wake up

So I’m resurrecting from the reality of life

To watch closely so I find the right path

From the point I stand in the middle of nowhere

The right path!

Some say it’s the way of the old

Some say it’s where your heart feels no cold

Some say and they keep saying

I hear, but I’m tired of hearing

Now, I just want to feel

So let the breeze from the past touch me

Let the heat of my mistakes teach me

Let me have some space for silence

I’ve heard enough

Now, I want to listen to myself

Written by : Hamza Hajj Ayub & Abul Himma