sleepless outside the window at dawn following the whispers of the forest following the silences of the trees & chasing their waves Today's day unfolds The figure of the morning thrown Pal is ades Park long long time ago a piece of diamond the solid Past came on the train of Time let's put up a fight again tumbling in the palm of the hand overflowing Haze's bridge to the future breeze...air...blow with the triplets This day in the footsteps of sturdy emptiness it leaves a trace rehashing the obvious lies.
winds make the blades of grass , happy , angry , sad , joyful , feeling , seeing , tasting , speaking , hearing , touching , and then the heartless hours roll back into the future: NOW.
Ink, flavor that still tempts me color green, and black, red, but there is no white like there is no black note two flavors we cannot see to make a better world circle, a triangle, squares, but we cannot see them drawn in pen words in ink will be tomorrow?
rough waters an endless sea of doom sailors and passengers, and the captain are still sailing Clouds over a blue sea The moonlight becomes fog and the stars twinkle Taste like porridge an atmosphere of hopelessness, a ship in pieces, and the harbor in their eyes It is beckoning....... Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered the old man, the women, the children. And then it is our turn shivering in the freezing cold Closer and closer to the sea bells ring people left behind gathered at the top of the ship But a boat appear And it is a bigger boat than a big ship A Lighthouse Keeper running toward US We get on the boat on the extremist waves.