Washing My Hands

Now I am not on the way ,

That you always wanted me to be .

Fishes are returning back ,

To live without water in the sea.

But still air feels to take ,

Some breath of same smell of wine.

If possible, stop the ice

Melting down at the boiling point.

Well the smoke is turning

Its color from black to blue ,

just take a look into my eyes,

I've got happiness ,thanks to glue.

And what about the taste of the gun powder ,

Put it some more on my tongue.

Why still want to loose the fight,

Merry guy you are still young .

The road is blocked ,

But the view is clear .

I will touch the harbor,

Yes,I am almost there.

My hands are burning,

I can't grip the sand.

I have started a new journey ,

After washing my hands .