They Have Got Him Now Rewritten

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 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.