To Eternity

To dear John Lennon:

I like to listen to your music
Everyday
"Imagine"

And I like to sing your song
Everytime
That I feel tired
Or when I want to relax
Or maybe when I like to cry
"Imagine"

But dear John Lennon,

when I step out of my dreams
I get shocked by my before
My hands start to shiver
And I start to panic
My chest begin to ache
And I feel so scared
That it makes my tears fall

Because I live in this world
That I can't run away from
That I can't fight back
And I have to accept it as it is
But in the end I feel like "How?!"

Because I live in this world
Where I see a child dying of hunger
And a child who never felt the way to be loved
Where I see people dying for no reason in a war
And crimes happen because of poverty and lack of love
Even though that I still see those people
Who are happy despite of being Indigent
And who to be indfferent to see it all?
Who to not get hurt, to not cry?

Becasue I live in this world
Where I should worry about my future
About how I will be employed
Or how I will be fired after all
For I need money to a part of this life
No matter if I deny it or not

Because I live in this world
Where I need to be accepted
With titles like:
"Honorable, Capable, Suitable, Qualified"
Or documents that are treasures
Talking about my abilities
That can make the leaders satisfy
In order to be able to survive

Because I live in this world
Where I like its skies
Where I like its nature and its beings
Where I like to sit and watch the sun setting
In a peaceful shore with my dear ones
Where I like to think about only grace and love

So I listen to your music
Everyday
"Imagine"

And I sing your song
Everytime
That I feel tired
Or when I want to relax
Or maybe when I like to cry
"Imagine"

And one day
It may come true
Just the way you wished
Just the way you wanted to
"Imagine"

I was passing those streets
Shadows of misleading art were chasing me

"Impossible"
I was yearning for my brushes
For my dearest only color
My Black Ink
But I was falling
I was crawling

Sneers I could hear
They were yelling at me
"You're an art thief"
They threw chains around my throat
Could I ever breath again..?

They were shouting at me
"You,
The art thief,
You shall pay,
With your blood
No mercy from now on"

I was yearning for my brushes
For my Black Ink
For colors I've never owned
For imaginaries I wished to borrow
From the scenes on the road

"Impossible"
I only needed some colors I've never owned
I only needed some frames
To put my name beneath the wood
Things I've never had
Things I've never robbed
I only admired what in my pocket
That I've never had
That I've never robbed

But who to believe
They didn't hear a single tear
They made me pay with my life
A ruined corpse on the ground

The blackness of the sin
The redness of the blood
They painted all the divisions on the wall
With my broken brushes
With my dearest Black Ink
With my Blood
With my Blood