Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished