I don't understand
these days

it's a painful sun
second comes a hurtful cloud
then falls a sharp rain

after a pang of thunder
follows the sound of a siren

then the cries of a poor bird
seeking refuge

the storm is gone now

only the wastes remain

the air is left feeling delusional

it's all just a passing

but tomorrow I will see it again

this city gives me no rest

I wonder when I can leave