There are leftovers on the wall
Words of wisdom right before the fall
The people don’t know that yet
Or maybe they just forget
The streets are colourful today
But they’re as well when sky is grey
The sun is shining bright and large
Today are the Ides of March —

My feeling is the closest of them all
Towards lonelyness definitely not tall
Usually I don’t go out this day
I feel thrown out and pushed away
I don’t remember my first time
When I thought about the fearsome crime
Over two thousand years ago
When Brutus finished Caesar’s show —

Two days later the walls are down
I had to be all over town
Because without me the world is doomed
That’s what my mind had been consumed
The very thought that powers fear
Is whispered from the people very near
And so the break includes some change
Even though the breaking might be strange.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2025
        © Raoul Stolzlechner (image)