IT ALL WILL CHANGE

It all will change
It all be done
It all be gone
There would be none

All my life
I have looked in this mirror
And myself I see
Trying to be said and done

All my life
I have looked from these eyes
When I fall I know
That no one cries

It feels more than a life time
It feels like rhythm of a gong
Have I been guilty all this time?
Then how can it feel this wrong?

I’m all disdained
I’m tired of waiting this long
Am I ghoul of my idealistic beliefs?
Then how can I feel this wrong?

Boots

Sometimes I think about
All the passions in my life
And the wisdom given to me by all the late fathers and mothers of my land
Sometimes I think about
All the envy of becoming the leader of my people
And guide them through the dried river of Moses
Sometimes I think about
All the clean paths of being surrendered
By the thoughts of priests and mullahs and rabbis

And I realize, that these boots will walk all over me

Sometimes I think about
The crippled world of followers
Deaf, dumb and blind
The high notes of an atomic jihad
The flesh of all the burned Hiroshimans
The dried bushes of Nevada desert
The chemical bombs of Iraqi’s, short
The laser guided bombs of Americans, high
“The bravery, of being out of the range”

Sometimes I think about
The meaning of my existence
Yours, theirs

And then Louise says; what a wonderful world.
And I realize, that these boots have walked all over me.

---

Have I been guilty all this time?