Once I asked myself:
How shall I linger?
How shall I last through times like this?
If the heart is no longer eager?
What places should I visit?
What people should I see?
And shall I find a safety exit
From the labyrinth of apathy?
What shall I do while I linger?
What weapons should I use in this battle to fight?
What yoga poses would keep my eyes close at night?
What shall I do, if I shall do anything?
And something just whispered inside:
Come on! You know what the answer is,
Do as your ancestors did,
Woke up early, and chased, and ran, and hid
To earn a bread crumb, to feed their kid.
Do as the Romans did,
Always took the lead, thrived to exceed,
The Eternal City is a witness indeed.
Do as all humans do,
Survive in a daily war without any glory
When ending alive is itself a trophy,
So do many people in the streets
But they all like to keep it discreet.
So when you can’t fight any more,
Don’t lose the hope, don’t cut the ropes,
Don’t hide your sword into its sheath
Don’t ask your friends to leave you die,
If you want to live, just take one more breath.