Another Day (2007)

How long does it take to push the hilt of the jagged knife?

How much does it take to turn around and walk away

Lifting those legs as heavy as lead?

 Not too long I suppose, if the man bleeds fast enough,

Not too much I guess, if you can shrug off the load,

And walk away with a wry smile.

 The undercurrent remains but as strong and rough,

Crashing through fleshy walls into the churning sea,

Evaporating into moist teary clouds.

Running up and down the same old street one thinks,

If he will ever stop scavenging on the rotting past.

But it’s not dead but alive, the past.

 Reaching out, crying in shame and looking in askance,

      If ever, there’s gonna be another day.