Reality

Past and Future

mix together

I will dance

Today another.

I am a flower on top of your hand

and I noticed.

I am afraid that you are reading my face

how I love you.

I want to be expressionless

and leave the situation in stride.

I do not want to be a slave of love

because it can not hurt too much.

It hurts the feeling of it anyway

how I love again

I got the shackles of the ankles?

Uncertainty creates troubled

feeling restless legs

visit. Now is the calm feeling of peace

a woman's face showing.

The reality is

a weak moment, I wind vane

at the mercy of the wind-like.

I walk like a blind chicken grains

seeking.