Another war,
another story on TV,
another life lost,
another tragedy.
I see a bullet,
I see a missile,
I see a bomb,
I see a gun,
I see you,
I see you, and I wish you to run,
yes, I see a bullet,
and I see a gun.
I see you turning,
then a bullet strikes you dead,
and you fall to the floor in slow motion,
with blood and brains exploding from your head,
yes, I see you falling in slow motion,
I see you with that look of shock upon your face,
and I see you hit the floor heavily and the dust fly up,
I see you lifeless, I see you dead,
I see you; I see you with a massive hole through your head,
I see you so hauntingly on my TV,
I see you and I imagine seeing all the people who have died,
dying at the same time and how haunting that would be,
and imagine seeing that,
now, if people who had never served,
saw it in real life would not it really put people off war,
well, it most certainly would me,
because war really is insanity,
but still it has been on my TV,
and for decades, I have seen far too many bullets,
I have seen far too many guns,
I have seen far too many bombs,
and I have seen people who were,
and people who have been,
and I have seen people blown apart in such explosive arts,
and I have seen people eviscerated with H-bombs,
H-bombs exploding so brightly and shining like the sun.
Yes, I see a bullet, I see a missile,
I see a bomb; I see a gun.
I see you; I see you and I wish you to run,
but you have no chance to run,
and in a split second you are gone,
and your family will grieve,
and they sadly will grieve for years,
and have to suffer with their memories for years to come.
I have woken
I have woken or so I think,
and I rub my eyes,
and I make a drink.
yes, I’ve woken, or so I think,
I have woken or so I think, but I am still not fully awake,
and it will take more than a wink.
yes, I have awoken or so I think,
I have awoken from the brink of sleep,
I have woken and am tired of counting sheep,
and with every sip of coffee,
alertness comes quicker than I think,
and I am aroused,
aroused from my dreams,
and here I sit struggling to think,
yes, I have woken or so I think, and I think,
this day is what dreams are made of,
this day is what great dreams are made of,
and how great the day is beyond the windowpane,
for the sun shines down so powerfully,
and the sunlight pours through my window,
and the beauty of its ray’s shine so gently upon my face,
and oh, how gloriously beautiful the day is,
with its bright blue sky,
for there are barely any clouds out to play, no, not today.
Yes, I have woken, or so I think, and as I think,
I stretch a little and I yawn,
and it is still earlier than I think,
so, I take a sip of my coffee, and I look at the trees,
and I see the birds sat in the branches, amidst the leaves,
and I listen to their songs,
and they all sing so beautifully, so beautifully,
and how inspiring they are to me,
and I am filled with wonder,
and as I listen my mind begins to clear,
and I feel more alive with each sip of coffee,
that brings me back,
brings me back from the slumbers of sleep.
yes, I have woken or so I think, and I am awoken,
and I, I am happy,
happy because the day lays before me in all its glory,
and the time is here, the time is here to create,
to create a new story,
for the Earth has been unfurled from the blanket of night,
and the possibilities of the day,
well, they bring a smile and a light to my eyes.
but I am still not fully awake,
and it will take more than a wink,
it will take me more than a wink,
but I do not mind, because I will be awake faster than I think,
so, I take a sip of my coffee and I look out at the day,
I look out at the day, and I think,
and I think,
I think what great possibilities there are,
for out there is the glory of nature that inspires my heart,
and out there in the colours of the day,
my imagination is enthused by every bit of its glorious art,
and I am truly thankful, thankful for life,
and thankful for a chance to play my part.
