When the world is stuck, heading towards the entrance of
A cul-de-sac, where are the options you once had?
It is time to jump blindfolded into the deep end
And breathe like fish. Whatever’s happening has been planned.
The oldest lie, was it the one where you pretend to close
Your eyes, happily waiting for this Death to pass by.
When the clouds are slate, blocking the view to outer space
Do you feel the weight of the celestial lid? Your face
Does mention the truth.
Soldiers die and a few children get to cry more than most
Lightly, foes and the frightened clap their hands and show
How it is on a peculiar planet.
Some where there sits a man complete.
(© SACEM/Andrew James Martin)