It was myself and I was the forest.
And I has one question:
      "Could I get lost in my forest?"
              And I did.

Once upon a time, there was a massive forest
and I could not see it.

In the middle of a page, the letters were formed and
In the middle of the letter I saw a hole...
             It was an O

Once upon a time, the clock stopped
                                  and it grew old.
                                  How can time grow old?
                                                    I do not know

Come upon the screen
I long to be like the past
with delight in the molecules around me
that run across the house like I had been;
I wish they last
but the only thing left is me.

I wish they last
but the only thing left is me

You were born as a puzzle my dear, full of pieces which always had a place to go.
If one piece of you be lost, we would all be incomplete and they would go
searching for miles for that tiny piece of the great world…
she used to say I was a star lost in the world
that had a place to go
for someone searching the world

If I were in space I would shoot through the vacuum
my hidden energy undisrupted

And be such a star
terrific only miles to be looked upon with wonder

Brother, I see you every day, drained out of colour
Your walk uneven and like you’d fly off in a blow
But once in a while, I see a hint of your smile,
As you came to rest on me, what might have you been doing?
But I sense you might have finally truly found
What means to be living a life.

It was only the slightest bit of a smile
But it roared at me like a volcano of colour.
It was only as if I had felt a blow
Of what I once in the past, had found.
You flooded me and my lonely life
With just what you were doing

None of it was my doing
Or I believed so, for I had found
A sole piece of my life
That I had lost in my blow.
For you, who have brought back what was lost-maybe a colour,
I return my promise with a piece of my smile.

Oh’ I was just a rock, a pale, hard stone; lost of a life
I tried so hard to make a smile
And there was no other way I could have found,
Other than every way I questioned to find my colour.
I was only a piece of the world, and what I was doing
Was only for the menacing wind to take it back with its blow.

In this world, I could make such small, a blow
And it would be alone, my doing
I would let out some of my colour-
Some of the puzzle pieces of my life
Into the world’s presence with a smile:
And I would mean it; because there is something that I have at last, found.

For all my time that I have searched and found,
I think I have found one of the meanings of life.
I now realise it was not my doing,
But I could do anything with a smile.
As in fact you do- deep inside you- have bold, bright colour,
It would never, unless you let it go, blow.

Oh’ brother, I was only a dull, grey rock, ****** out of colour,
So weak as if I would fly off in a blow, never to be found.
Until I discovered a small phrase of delight: Finally, in my life, I -could do anything, anything, with a smile.