Note: this is the strangest request I have ever received. I got an email from an author named Fujitrust, and was asked to put this up...under my name. So this ISN'T MY WORK.

I don't understand the circumstances, so let's just leave it at that. And remember to review.

~*~

If it were simple

I would tell you,

but there was confusion within

and here around me.

You prefer evasion

and perhaps it is not your fault;

I could try some other time

But it is not me you have to heed.

Barefoot we walk

on the broken glass and then

we touch with dirty hands,

and wound one another; all the signals have broken down,

pale and spent in the dark;

I could try some other time

but it is not me you have to heed



Listen to your heart and see if it is beating,

look where you are running to and stop,

listen to the pain of the world;

we are lost along the way,

orphans of life,

war machines,

but why?



There is no time to look

at a star above us,

everything is pre-paid, printed

and credited to us;

but how can you realize,

not give a damn and go away

with steps of feigned happiness.

But the blood is also yours.

Listen to your heart and see if it is beating,

look where you are running and stop,

listen to the pain of the world;

we are lost along the way, orphans of life,

war machines,

but why?