It's not an abyss, a hole,
pure dark, the fall, a place where end meets all, the pit
it's just a small circle, a single point - a dot.

I'm a wounded animal
dragging its fur across the ground,
through all my bloodsoaked battles
I wait to be put down.

These words that I combine
are always in a fuss
not always do they rhyme
but one of you is reading this
and I'm past the point
where
you could walk all over me.

Two merry steps are landing
and gently passing by
on cherry blossom leaves
two steps are walking by.

A pair of pair bewildered
one loudly lends a sigh
another smiles and whimpers
with tears of joy inside.

Two steps become a couple
where once two touches flied
no longer are they single
a pair is walking by.

I hear notes again
time and time again, after every major event,
when will I truly learn?