waiting for that perfect moment
just to see that one thing
getting to the point of butterfly's
the world shows it's wonders to all

but then
what to see
nothing?
or something?

questions go through the mind
the sight is what makes it a wonder
wonder one
wonder

see the happy face
see the joyful face
see the slimly face
but you may not see
the face of tears
the face of fear
the face with burning red eyes
the faces that you will never see
is the really me
so see the faces of many
see the faces of marry
but don't see the face of pain
see my face

sitting here with cobweb mind
hard to think of what to write
pager's line's are empty
the pencil waves back and forth in the hand      
still thinking about what to write
nothing comes to mind
wish for some ideas
looking at the time
time tick by
seconds,minute's, hour's  
now I give up for now
until another time

your thoughts
your opinion
your mind
you do it all the time
think it
it is what you think
think it
don't stop thinking
your thoughts
your life
you think all the time
you never stop thinking
you have lots to think about
so just do it
think
but still
what to think next

night is died
quite to hear nothing
as if much needs to be heard
the night is right
to die away
fly to the moonless light
the night is right

night descends on me
left with darkness in my heart
tear burn the fire out
lights go out
Gomenasai
what more can I say
can't stop
only end up to cry
Gomenasai
lie here to die
wait for the perfect time
sad enough to say the lest
Gomenasai
I'm thinking about it
can't run away from it
really don't want it
Gomenasai
is all left to say

to see
to think
to do
what may not be right
just to win a stupid fight
with what is left of your might
see that is taunts you as you try to **** it
too blind to see that you can win
but it keeps taunting you
you try once again to **** it
but not enough
so you fight with anger in your heart
anger clouds your mind
all you think about is to win
to show that you know you are right
but that is the wrong way to fight
after want feels like forever
you finely see that you must fight with a heart of gold
mean you mite see you are nor right nor wrong but to find way
to make it see that it needs to changes
but if not then you left with a strong heart and knowing
that no madder how people may see you
you are who you are
and that is all that madder's to you
to stop and see the way is not to fight  
with hate and anger not right
just to see the light