People to people

Feel locks crowing

wild fighting roosters,

world relations

person to person

catch closes.

Time vane law

passes, I do not want

Always be presumptuous.

internal buffoon

produces too much pain,

mind memories of the past

brings up too much.

How could life

bubble level to get the balance

that there is no over-the wisdom of people

pour from bad to worse.

By dreaming I can not

real world for the better

get the pink

the glasses can not always guarantee

outward look.

A friend you tell me

why you do not want to talk to me

wrap crooked emotions

around your belly button?

Even if you were so weak

why another weak selfish

you bet? Why are replaced by the sword Act

fight, all the good phrases in the throat

down to swallow, eat promises?

The soul may be time traveling

the land of utopia I

I feel inside of me sometimes

crystal clear mountain streams

the joy of dancing. Sometimes

When black mood is blacker

gloom, or strength

pointing a black belt in karate.

I remember you Aikido man

some over-time guarantee.

Over the years, tatami calls

time somewhere, over time,

I found something new, a lot of

I lost the good old.

Tell me, where is the

It's that time where the internal clown

dancing gets, and tatami

Teacher and pupils

politely bows?