Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays