The Brave Champion Poem by Saad Munir

I reached out
And had my hand confused
Between my inhaler
And cigarettes
As some men had themselves confused
Between life
And death
I like to believe I am walking
On thin ice
Sitting here in this obstacle of a room
Championing vital meaning
From the tick tick of keypads
And the seldom moves
I make on my sofa, which seems to me
The daughter of some stargazer’s sight
Letting me into celestial destinies of ant-cultures
Those i am afraid I would never discover
While standing
And there is this window, outside of which
I never find a god with an umbrella
Soaking in moonbeams
Or thieves for that matter
There is this wall that stands there behind it
Which leads me to a belief that scenes are not important
Only ventilation is
You need to breathe
Before lighting a cigarette
You need inhaler
Before anything else
You don’t need a hand
So confused