May point

A friend is cheating, and the other does not, 
storm warning emotions, 
all the little shovel. 
No air wings; 
there is nothing to lift up, the idea does not carry. 
Words in the jungle, or the labyrinth, 
sunshine, still dark, and the end of the attic. 

My own sake, I will come, and go, 
I never cry for an audience. 
May, who aimed to set up, 
swampy pond shore. 
The idea of ​​a whip, a poem knight 
canter position. 
A feeling of emptiness at days above 
May still point arrives, 
the call to the yes.