I want to spill the ocean you hold in your longing heart,
split your open skies with the songs of unforgiven melancholy.
The emptiness that you cover yourself with everyday,
trying hard not to break down on the edge of your being.
I want to grab all the springs of your happy childhood,
and paint the grey of all the rooms of your blessed heart.
I want to reclaim the city that holds the best versions of you,
and fight a war for it till the end of the world.
I want to be a God that gives birth to a new planet,
and be the same old devil to whoever wants to destroy it.
There’s no need for you anymore to search for life in outer space,
and seek the validation of life from incoherent alien objects.
In the new world, you will reside in every blade of grass,
every rain drop that washes away all the decadence,
in the forefront of every change that visionaries have dreamt.
In the new world, you will be every revolution.