Daydream of Destiny
All alone I sit at the deli Waiting for my destiny Away from the crowds and heat Of the summer city streets I just hear my heart’s light beat Fluttering like moths under moonlight.
I shall remember what will follow Just as I remember all my past Everything I’ve done, high and low Brought me here, here at last Clearly laid before me Is my destiny.
I watch the streets, see it all The bridge outside standing tall Steady as the clock fixed to the wall. Like ripened apples, minutes fall But now I see the full orchard, The garden of my future.
And then, through the glass window I see what I’ve been waiting for The four-wheeled car begins to slow I stand and walk towards the door Push it open, step outside Now is the future, now is my time.
I breathe to keep my heart rate low Tell myself it’ll all be fine Raise my arm a little higher Right hand and right eye in line Soft finger presses on the trigger Two shots ring through the air, then Zero And as screams stream down the streets of Sarajevo I start to say my final prayer, point the barrel to my temple My heart pounds loudly, but then a dark force surrounds me Like a black tsunami, the cops are on me, binding me futilely ‘Cause history will remember me as the vindicator, destroyer of empires Downfall of dictators, liberator of kingdoms, redeemer of freedom I can already hear twenty million shouting in sheer celebration Of the end of the misery from Austria-Hungary, so great is the victory I hear the explosions from fireworks of joy launched by airplanes above me And the rattle of firecrackers for the boys who turned over the old world of toil I can even see the hundred-mile lines of men wearing masks and running through soil So great is the new world that they run through tall whirls of colorful gas But as the cuffs sink into my wrists, my visions start to flip, I’m now a wounded man in a ditch A man wearing green points a gun to my chest as the whole ground erupts in shrapnel and dust Then fades the scene, I don’t see the rest, the policemen still drag me like sand in a bag And as the hot summer sun lashes down on my back I realize that I am all alone.
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