I found myself in the middle.
Harder to sail through settled waves...

You think stories ending in cliff
hangers torment people, but the truth...

Tougher heights caved the mystery,
through the wavering trails and tallest...

Whatever he is,
all filled with yellow...

Forging into the longest nights
wearing blanket as a battle suit...

Brick over bricks,
fragment into fragments...

Paced into the hideaway
to confess your truth...

You call it an outlet, an art expression,
an extension of being, a process of becoming...

Crossing intersections
on bricks in patterns and...

Locked you within my reach. For years of cold war,
I bit the bullet without a doubt, every time...

I look at you and I know what you want.
I look at her and I tell her what she wants to...

Golden week when children play,
I see no shadow in tall grasses wave...