Tears drip
an unstoppable rain...

I'm running
towards something...

It is nothing
Forever vindicated...

False, false, false
Lying faces and closed doors...

Brightly colored stones
gleaming in the moon...

I don't know why...
It makes me sad...

A string of beads
lost in a shallow pool...

Hugging my arms
around my own body...

Up and down,
life goes on...

Painted faces,
a false existence...

I can never win.
Going round and round...

Its come to this.
The first maker...