Mumbo Jabaliyya

I am pretty happy I am in the most beautiful place on earth I am with my most beloved people I am seeing wonderful parts of the world I am eating the worlds delicious spices and drinks I meet so many friendly people I seem to have a perfect life However I miss those days I miss the melancholic days I miss the sad feelings I miss the special high I miss the spacy music I miss the wet eyes I miss the intense feelings I miss to be so very specially stoned I miss the missing about the missed I miss... I miss the mourning I miss you guys... That is what I want to say

A day to rejoice Cause This used to be the day You 'celebrated' your birth Actually You always fled abroad And took me with you Cairo, Skyros, Morocco, Italy, Istanbul Unimportant now Memories Well I hate memories But today I have to look back Cause This used to be your birthday And I am alone In your house Which is as dead As you are No escape Just the wind Letting me know Everyone is relative Even you Cause On your birthday I think about your death A situation which will apply to you Longer than life Your being alive-status was just an interruption of your death And in that ultimate time span You where once born That was the first day of you breathing being A monumental happening Cause It is your ever birthday Which is the pre-conditioning Of my death-interval What can I say, think? Thanks And Happy ever birthday