Day by day

Day by day,

by night I guess I should overflow

words.

I dream of the primitive

desire to deceive

hectic love.

Baggy cross on my chest,

I'm looking for myself,

where are the roots of the human?

I'll find myself

your child's internal,

and a trembling old man.

Shortcuts floating in the air;

reason it is lost in the moonlight.

Tired

i shall confine myself to this,

I wonder a little.

The point of writing this.