Is it a wonder what I am in nothingness?
I wonder...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

Before he finishes his figure eight
he saw a side road so bright...

The true motions of emotions,
deep scratches of commotion...

We live in time
and die...

Let me cry in this embrace—
if there is still an embrace left...

Art is the deviation from ordinary.
God...

Unsightly world searching for unsightliness in...
to constantly conform herself...

We are old news, expired
before we even began...

In the swirl of eternity,
right at the throat of an hourglass...

Why
don't we have patience...

If the future wasn’t you
I would be forever imprisoned in me...