Am I a crazy man? I would ask my child is it my fault I have no money? I would ask my child is it my fault my wife found another man? I would ask my child is it my fault my child lives no more?
Am I a crazy man? Ever time I would ask a faint smile shines upon my child, but no answer would appear. "Is that you or am I crazy?" I would ask, and my child would smile. I look outside my apartment window, and the scene would shift from a ruined city fit for the dead, to a cozy day, calm waves, warm sand... and a family.
Am I a crazy man? "My child," I looked at that faint shadow, "I want to join you." I make it to the top of the apartment and look down. "My child," I look at the fog beside me, "am I a crazy man?" I lift my leg, and feel it, the end... but then I hear a cry. "Daddy no!"
The child stood there and said "No dad. No dad, it's not your fault you're poor! No dad, it's not your fault mommy isn't here anymore! No dad, it's not your fault I'm dead!" The child's tears were a lot more real than mine, "Daddy, I just want to go home."
