All good things come to an end
The sakura blooms and leaves in a week
That's why there's a rare chance to see it's beauty
Just like there was just one chance for you and me
So sometimes I take comfort that our love was too good then
But I wish not all good things should come to an end.

Don't live on me.
Be kind O first god, when a man
breaks, the world changes. I scream.

Let the religion be
redefined. No need of violence.
I feed the ants to get peace.

Sometimes the myth
of love shatters. Immensity must
rise. I am creating mercy.

A strange voice whispers, soft and sly,
Thoughts not my own, a curious why.
It murmurs secrets, both dark and bright,
A tempting path, shrouded in night.

Is it a friend, or a cunning foe?
Does it guide or lead me astray, I don't know.
Melodies hum, a haunting refrain,
Urging me onward, through sun and rain.

Can I tame this voice, or will it command?
A battle within, for control of the land.
I search for the truth, with a cautious heart,
This strange voice inside, where will it take part?
With a secret, I keep inside my head

Clarity
A gift not often
Gladly received
Or given easily
I could write a poem about it
But I’m still stuck in the weeds