back then.... We used to look for the gravitational moon to guide our destinations, now we are creeping in uranium mines, are we lost in our own eyes?
back then, the war injured us and we were bleeding, now the war has been ended... Yet in a too successful way...
An empty court in the age of injustice...
barely, barely, barely, holding a breath...
the weapons have been withdrawn...
and the war has been ended, yet in a too successful way...
the war has been ended, and a fuzzy recollection of our bodies......
