Long before, I could understand, I understood that this wasn’t about me nor it was the world, in total.
Both were subjected to change and changed, they do.
They both changed and we both ended up here.
It isn’t bad, or well, it should be put in words, but in reality.
Because real they, both living and dying, exploiting and shying.
Oh well, what they weren’t subjected to was as to be clear in my head,
To know what’s this all about; what’s happening and what’s about to happen.
Oh, their dwelling is in the past because that’s where they come from,
But it’s all misty the memories, it’s all dust, the hope of good times.
In the middle, standing up tall, both share this message, with words and realities, loud and clear.
If tomorrow, we won’t wake up to our promises of fixing what’s broken deep inside all of us,
There’ll be a throne for everybody who isn’t us and they’ll rise and shine while we wait for another sleep.
To be thinking grand and wise, all we’ll do to be knee-jerk and profess being changing for good,
To be lost in all the melodious, vices of our hearts and heads has to offer, as we summon them in our slumber,
To be letting it lose, the ideas of love, life and laughter, as we think of the dusty, misty past, all of it as it existed.
If tomorrow, we change,
Then, we just change.
Change happens.
Whatever happens, happens for a reason,
And they’ll not wander for reasons because they’ll know.
We won’t tell them yet they’ll know,
Change – the very meaning of it.
The very idea of it is so strong that it will alter the ways,
The ways of life and the god-almighty of it,
And we’ll make sure it does.
Why change, if after a while they’ll get bored,
Why be anything, if after they while they’ll question themselves?
We’ll then – we were wondering for tomorrow when all we had were today,
We were tinkering with dangerous ideas when we had the world to take over,
We were letting everything go when all the world asked was to her together.
It was ‘their’ world not mine’s,
We were one, always together yet she was lured to someone else,
To merge with their world thinking it would evolve her,
To bring about a promise of change that she’ll offer to me,
She did come back – changed with a promise of nothing.
What did me and my world become?
Well, nothing closer to what we would have expected when we set off.
As much deranged we’re, to write something that’s troubling us and wanted to come,
Knowing that someone, someday would read this and wonder,
If anything we did was true or all a sham.
It could be anything, actually, it wants to be anything,
The idea of being true to ourselves.
It wants to sit tight and watch the other world detach from us,
As we detach it from us for the better, knowing that there’s no truth without each other,
Still, want to experiment and wait to watch what happens next.
