They have Got Him Now
War is a great adventure, every boy
dreams about it. And writers of lies tell
stories of sacrifices and great feats of
courage.
I have done it again being a place
don´t want to be, sit seven floors up on
a terrace and all I can think of is falling
into oblivion. it only takes few seconds
the air stream and the noise and the blessed
silence.
The failure of many failures and I´m
living tomorrows and can´t remember
the way home, the homes of homes
where I was born.
The wrapping papers of gifts not
opened how I can face tomorrow.
My cowardice is the only thing left
I can trust.
Pre dawn and the echo continues,
this is not your world it ended years ago when
you knew you are a ghost of
childhood past.
the boredom is absolute. Tomorrows I
will remember home and safe among
books that I once wrote I shall be
safe and relive what I forgot. And wars will go on
as they always have but I will not
play a part of lives’ brutal carousel.
Seven floors up, in my house there
are no places to fall.
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