There’s nothing much left out there

And it is so much blue that everything hurts all over

Black is not only the eye they tried to pop you out

Black is the abyss gaping under your feet

Yeah, I used to have good friends once, they were the right guys

Today they are nothing more than midgets trying to live another day

There is so much suppressed pain in everybody’s confession

That they are just another peg in the wheel of fortune’s gambling

All your idealistic skies have tumbled down

Crumbled out in the tear and wear of the Change

What Change? You’ve been screaming all about….

‘Some change – for you’, comes the answer of the governing mob, altruistically.

Yes, it’s only change – a few more pennies – unwillingly, yet still paid

Under the table for your toil in the sweat shop of the World.

Their world keeps on running, ruling, hurting, while Yours is still light years away of…

 Oh, God, why have You sent us to this messy madhouse if we can"t make a difference?

No answer is coming whatsoever: the misunderstanding of Goals, Times and Spaces….

Still stays. Until, perhaps, we improve our sight, hearing, touching and understanding….

I won’t be living when the Change actually dawns on the survivors in some eons’ time.

So, You must have convicted us long ago to be the dung of the forthcoming

Without even standing the chance of predicting the final results….

Too much cruelty, too much lost efforts for lost causes…

You must be the greatest Joker, Lord…

Yet it’s Your final right, Lord, forsaking our weak will

Because You best know our follies
And have always wanted us to make up for them... ourselvesJ