Nov 2012
This is the end
On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb
This is the end
It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die
This is the end
Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade
Not today death, not today.
On the ground and in the mud
Body trembling and body curling
As if I were returning to the womb
This is the end
It came from the sky
and death rolled to me
in the shape of an egg
I was ready to die
This is the end
Eyes closed
waiting for the end,
but the end never came
it was a dead grenade
Not today death, not today.
A heart pounding dream I had last night. I was in the middle of what appeared to be a war. People, strangers and familiar, were dying. Bombs exploding everywhere. I fell down, hoping I would be hidden among the dead when a grenade was thrown at me. I saw it roll right next to me, but it never exploded. WHAT A RELIEF! But still, I wonder if these dreams have a parallel connection to reality.
