Cold War Everyday

I wanna dance til the dawn of a new day, just like a rat

on the cradle of a new city. And get the appetite of a

bulimic bear facing the promise of a close famine. Broken

wooden horses for ride and a million of chances to take.

My tangible fears sleeping on my knees til this journey

does end. Too tired of making war. Too realistic for

peace. A “never again, never again!” to the beasts

leading me to my defeat. Some of you would say I’m a

coward, sneaking away from down-to-earth matters. Rum

coward run. Don’t tell me what to do. Run faster run. If

only I could break down the system