The Newspaper says and some of my friends a war’s coming closer and I should be scared somehow I just don’t care I’m going back to bed more scared that my heart will stop during the night
and even if they are right if it is true that our days in this world are nearly due I’m going out the door to try to meet a stranger to spend the night with to take comfort in her kiss
and I will keep my eyes shut and keep my ears closed to peoples complaints and to destructive thoughts I’ve sat up my walls I’ve closed all of my doors I’ve removed my name from my letter box and
Tyrannies follow Democracies like winters follows falls it’s all a bad dream It’s a fools mind who thinks the past lies exclusively and
only behind who wants to rewind jump over fences and travel in time escaping, erasing not preventing the flaws of his nature closing his mind and thereby closing his eyes
to the role that he plays the future he pays the world he creates with the handshakes he makes it’s noone’s fault it’s just people multiplied by billions. The upward scaling of both good and bad in a
balance game like the “old school” weights where one side retreats as the other progress the seasons of the cities of the ages of the species do not differ all that much from each- other it seems to be a divine touch and
Tyrannies follow Democracies like winters follows falls it’s all a bad dream
and how come I think I’m not affected by the changes of the world that I’m in.