Rubber duck.
Swimming on the tub.
Water flows.
Water fills.

Little boy.
Hopping in the bath.
Water splashes.
Water spills.

Rubber duck.
Going with the flow.
Water falls.
The duck falls.

I have forgotten how long I've been staring
at the ceiling of this room.
What I have been doing all this time
is slowly
realizing
that I am inside this closed space.

Right now, with the idea of this space slowly
eroding
in my mind, I desperately move to escape.
But how?

I do not know yet how
to move these stiff limbs,
to have my eyes look elsewhere,
to open a door,
and more importantly,
to find that door.

But I know it is a room.
I believe there is a door.
I believe there is a way out.
I believe I will get away from this closed room,
and its crumbling image
inside my head.

Can't you just sleep forever,
where you can dream whatever?
Dream good things, like teddy bears.
Dream bad things, but you don't care.

Can't today just be a dream,
where all things feel as they seem?
What you think is what is there.
What you fear will never scare.

Can't each day just come and pass?
Since memories won't long last.
Days of laughter, days of pain.
Days I cherish, all in vain.

Can't this pain just go away?
Never helped me anyway...
Just to make me feel okay,
my life's a small price to pay.

As I look upon
the stars of the summer night,
my soul fades away.

Time stops.
On an afternoon.
Making it eternal.
Because it's a special
moment.

In a classroom,
just the two of us,
I was about to leave.
You tugged on my sleeve.
You confessed.

I am dazed.
I never thought.
That you and I feel
the same. Wish became real.
I accepted.

But then,
you woke me up.
From this sudden dream,
oh cruel twilight gleam.
Lament.