Lily of the Valley

I dig my nose blood,
humanity sees a bad dream.

the future of it
inundated with tears.
Now, maybe even cry I
I feel inside me just anxiety.

Who no longer cherishes the valley
lily innocent faltering?
Who the day the rooster song
to start?

Breed inside of tears,
they water their ailing flower of tomorrow.
The future sleeps in my heart,
tomorrow there may be a small role to play.

What are the songs of the future?
I feel restless inside
drumming. I open the window
tomorrow the winds blowing from the point.