He was a dreamer

His thoughts flew there Miles away

Thought his clock

Was always late

He realised

In the right time

He had built it

To live in death

Eagerly awaiting pain

The blue sky in his head

Realised the truth

Brief and naked.

Due to that

Long before the living death

Distorted were his images

Long before

The fall of the grenade, the shrapnel’s roar.