O night flower jasmine, please say!
Is it illusory magic of moon ray?
My thoughts are so weird,
All around sings the bluebird.
Am I lunatic or hallucinating?
On rude reality I give romantic coating.
No matter how much you hinder,
One day I'll take the poison, no wonder.
Green looks black in the dark,
Mistakenly I bear the bruises of love-mark.
It's post-modern age of realism,
Emotion looks like silly, sarcasm.
Let me be ruthless rational being,
I'll stop attributing art to something on seeing.
I'll make life emotionless easier,
Let me be awakened, not drowsier.