It happens sometimes that you have a heart that doesn’t fit right in its place .. it needs a bigger room .. your chest isn’t big enough maybe .. so it beats fast all the time, and wants to stop every now and then ..
Happens sometimes that you want to change your lungs , because they are too small.. you try to inhale all the air in the atmosphere to get enough Oxygen and feel breathing makes sense like before .. like the air is reaching your brain and your vessels ..
Happens sometime that you want bigger eyes .. to see beyond material .. to see all those who left , all those you miss .. bigger eyes that can see the truth, where no truth matters but the color of your blood, and the origin of your riffle.
You may want to change your voice , your throat , your generous lacrimal gland, and your small busy brain …
Also, it happens that you want to change your memory .. get a short term memory .. a memory of a fish maybe , the five seconds memory .. then you won’t even know about your heart or eyes or lungs …
And the worst that happens, is sometimes you want to change the fact .. then you recognize how hollow you are.. recognize that changing your heart is more rational than changing the damn fact.. war is crazy ..
If stopping the war is not in the hands of those who fight.. Nor in the hands of those who die.. then let me change my eyes or lungs, makes more sense ..