Origin

You and I

Where do we come from?

In the past lives

Which side did we fight from?

As Mongols, as Chinese

As Latinos, as Ottomans

As Jihadists, as Crusaders

Who kept the scores

I didn't. Did you?

Let me know the truth

I’ll flight from the original side

The next time I wake up

Till then let me wander

In the foregone gardens

With the things of unknown origin

And paint the dreams of the past.

With flowers which were red

Yet not dipped in blood

With leaves which were green

Yet not a holly coverlet

With skies which were blue

Yet not a royal flag

Do not worry I will leave them

Right there in the dreamland

I know the rules of your land

Though shake me up

If you see me crying in sleep

Their answers might spill out.

The truths of origin to this world.