17.09.2021
Hello, Worker
I lavish out my smiles, wanting others to recognizemy life tightly fit onto a B4-sized scrap of paper.
Until I can work out this twisted difficult problem,
I must stay behind and work overtime. I can't leave.
As the head of the line distances away, I'm left behind alone.
I keep on yearning to be on the other side of the rail.
However,
I don't know what I want to do.
I don't know what I'm capable of.
Saying so on my hands and knees, I got this far.
I don't understand about tomorrow.
I don't care about yesterday.
If so, then please at least let me have today.
I have walked this far cutting and pasting my life
that's swaying to the numerous rows of good luck charms.
Receiving no expectations, and holding no expectations,
I wonder how our shaved and scraped selves look like.
What did I obtain?
What did I lose?
Looking for an answer, I bit my lips and came this far.
Even if the world would end tomorrow,
even if I try to forget yesterday,
just please at least let me have today.
As the head of the line distances away, I'm left behind alone.
'Where did I trip?' 'Ah, what have I been doing?'
Receiving no expectations, and holding no expectations,
although we are shaved and scraped, there's still breath left in us.
But I don't know what I want to do.
I don't know what I'm capable of.
Saying so on my hands and knees, I got this far.
I don't understand about tomorrow.
I don't care about yesterday.
If so, then only today, only this very moment, belongs to us.