I sat down today and thought of a face—
with kind curves and welcoming eyes,
with a smile that could illuminate a space,
and warm the chilled voids betwixt thighs.

So I snatched up a pen and scribbled like mad,
an articulate letter on said visage so divine—
pages upon pages of marvelous musings—
hunger dripping off of each line.

Then my hands finished working, my fingers at rest,
observing my mess of inked letters and blots.
One simple message derived from it all:

**“You’re in my inappropriate thoughts.”

Now,
In the silver rain
I'm walking
Everywhere.
In the obscure rain,
On the water that is flowing along the asphalt,
I'm walking.
Ordinary
is everywhere.
Nothing really standing out,
I'm walking this road.
There are no likes and dislikes
Because there is only one direction.
I'm walking.
This road
Will float in the universe
Because I think so.
As if legs
Like wings
Like songs
Are walking.
Beyond this road,
There are many facts of my character.
In order to meet many sides of you,
I'm walking.
There are no likes and dislikes
Because there is only one direction.
I'm walking
This road.
There is no front and back.
Just to where
The heart leads.
If it keeps raining,
If the sun shines,
It doesn't matter.
Because there is only one direction,
I'm walking
This road.
If there is nobody,
If there is nothing,
It doesn't matter.
If I'm sad,
I'll accept my sadness.
If I'm pleased,
I'll accept my pleasure.
Both of them are the moment
Of illusion
Because there is only one direction
Just to where the heart leads

What exists is
This road
I'm walking on.