Facing four walls,

Each looking me in the eye,

Greeting me every now and then,

Blinking like a dog

And speaking nothing but movements,

Movements that speak

More than words could ever speak,

Whispering silently,

Comforting me night and day

Whenever I’m feeling astray.

Walls, walls, walls!

The hour has struck,

The void inside me

Finds pleasure in thy company.

For eternity,

You and I shall embrace like fraternity.

But now, the time has come for me

To dance in the prairies,

Cheery,

Away from the stillness of your little shell,

To play with the fairies and grab my diaries

To write of my daydreaming,

Of the time of green lands and blue sky,

Of vast fields,

Where there is only the feel of belonging,

Strong longing for living eternally by the side of all living things,

Longing to become something

That is in no way human

And more, more humane,

To feel the wind’s little fingertips smoothly on my skin,

To smell and see the wonders of nature.

The time has come for me,

The time has come.

Mourad Faska, Ouerzazat