I don't like my poetry. But I keep writing because you may read it, accidentally, and while doing so, sometime you may find it interesting, if not inspiring!
Dreams of hardened characters disrupt ritualised sleep. Tough characters torment the inescapable life awake. It's hard to live life without feeling it.
From now on, let's meet in dreams in order to let go of all ties to the real world, to avoid everyone's malicious gaze for all time, and to float endlessly in the sea of joyous poetry.
All difficulties have been resolved, and life has returned to its natural state of green... yeah, I was just reading the last sentence of a borrowed novel.
Why do people who share the same sky behave so differently? Is it the soil in which people grow their food or the water they drink that causes them to behave differently from others?