Stand
At the shore;
Listen,
My heart breaks
And flows over your feet;
Bow
and push them back
If you can
Or they will
Make their way
But
With no
Perfect place

All of us
Are sick
of selfishness
And generousness is remedy

How excruciating
For the little lizard to
Live without its tail

Everything that is black
Is not black or other black
It's silver that is not silver
For silver is black like black

There
Is one problem
In each family

The inexperienced advises
The wiser has to listen

In the process of hording money
I forgot to love myself and my identity

Keep running
Thousands stops are left