Crumpled money in a pocket
Pieces of bread in a pocket
Fingers in a pocket
Unmailed letters in a pocket
Sand in a pocket
Keys in a pocket
Tickets in a pocket
Lottery tickets in a pocket
A poetry collection in a pocket
A wallet in a pocket
A driver's license in a pocket
Something in a pocket
No
A poem is the pocket
That holds all these things.

Left alone,
Water flows only downward
Water does not move in a straight line
Water is the heart of life
Water dislikes no vessel
Water cannot be stopped.

Dust
As if it is invisible
also
Disappear
It exists as dots

Stars are also dusty
Waterfall's water drop

Milky Way
And it flows

After the game
National League Crowds
Scattered like that.

Processless
Doubtless
Only an one -way
There is no correct answer

No perfect problem on the Earth
We can't make it

There is no goal
There is solving but
We can reach our destinations.

I cried
Lonely
Deceived
Broken
No!
I just cried
I don't have money
Because I couldn't help neighbors
Those who passing by
I couldn't take care of them
Hunger and
With the invisible chains
The sound of the footprint dragged
I cried while listening
Fallen
In the bluff of the scarecrow
I cried because I was surprised
I still don't remember
Numberless
Rang me
With those crying
With the sorrow of the first love that broke up
The poem moved away from me.

True love and right belief do not crash
Truth and righteousness
Are the same
As the two sides of the coin.

When love and belief crash
          What should I betray.