Il Cuore e Il Cervello
You taught me how to fire a gun. Standing behind me, you guided my hand, showing me how to aim. With my delicate fingers under your rough ones, I felt like a child. My hands are meant for art, not weapons.
I didn't want to shoot.
With your cruel eyes you tried to show me a world of death, but my warm heart wouldn't let me see it. I tried to get your heart to see past your eyes, but your brain didn't listen.
So now we stand, side by side, my heart and your brain, trying to rule world we cannot possible win. I want to run, but I want to stay strong for you. Tomorrow I might be forced to leave, but today I am here.
I didn't want to fire the gun, but your hands guided me as you taught me to shoot. I hope one day, I will teach your hands to paint the sky. A swath of blue above us, tying us all together in this great world, we'll capture it on the canvas in the paints of blue and white and yellow and love.
We won't need guns; we'll fill the world with paintbrushes instead.