They Have Got Him Now

They have Got Him Now War is a great adventure, every boy dreams about it. and writers of lies tell a story of sacrifices and great feats of courage. the dram years ago. I have done it again, sit seven floors up on a terrace and all I can tink of is falling into oblivion. it only takes few second the air stream and the noise and the the blessed silence. The failure of many failures and I´m living tomorrows and can´t remember the way home. The wrapping papers of gifts not opened how can I 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 the way home and safe amongst 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 carrousel. Seven floors up, in my house there are no places to fall.