world is full of
mysteries and complications,
it brings
fairness and unhappiness to some.
it is quite dangerous for the one whose carefree.

It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you

There's beauty in this life
I cannot resist,
from the opening of flowers
to fine morning mist.

There's horror in this life
I dare not describe.
War time atrocities
through children's eyes.

There's a lot in this life
I'll never understand.
I accept the truth of this
like a stone in my hand.

Waves wash over me,
again and again.
Waves wash over me;
my stone becomes sand.