2006/03/22

　

you knew that dreams should be hidden but somehow

they were always manifest on the faces, unambiguously

and truly. and how profoundly, they were seen

since expressions were all there waiting to be told

in a mysterious way like how emotions were provoked furiously

you said, it's like a tower standing to be torn down

like the bomb alarming, telling risk of blasting

that dreams were seen in the way they should not be



"something's really manipulated," you mourned

finger tips combed through the hairy ocean with grief



yes, you knew it was all there. shining in the dark side

to the corner, thing called virtue or attitude somewhat

can be named no more. cannot be narrated

in a proper way they used to get interpreted.

walls sphered the air, and siren outroared any sounds around

ears turned blind when the eyes were covered deaf

sensibilities lost their accuracy

eyesight pointing out desperately, to the faraway land



"there's no fairyland anymore," in the dead-end alley

you cried out, wept in silence with broken dreams in the hand

dreams were not fulfilled but exposed to the reality

and cruelty. having its light chopped into two



"things will die, and so do I," you've gone

left a desert missing rain behind the heavy steps