Do you hear those bells? They're melting them for bullets./ I want to save my life, but not through lies./ Nature does not notice the sorrow that has come over the people. / for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
It actually feels desperate when your fantasy is fulfilled. Coz it only lived inside your dream and from now on you get no place to hide when you are looking for a shelter. You got it once and then you lost it forever.