are you ready

who is the king when the lights will go out,
who is the master of masters?
what will you do when you’re scared to shout,
guns in your pockets of plaster

what will you scream when you’re utmost afraid
will there be names you’ll be calling
will you be proud of creations you made
will you convert into holy

spirits of mountains and spirits of seas —
whom you belong to when dying
have you been thinking what happiness is
have you been literally trying

people you’ve preached to will never find out
backstage of courage and fear
so if you have to stand out from the crowd,
you are alone there, my dear