20.08.2021
Good Luckers
Coming home in this sweat-drenched body,and with the excuses coiled around my fatigue too.
I wonder just how many days have passed
that I've covered up.
As soon as I stumble, I just get the last word in and go.
My style of speech that I can't get rid of
appears in my dreams over and over.
They end without conclusion, so
surely anything and everything is incomplete.
It's my fickle thought
that overlooking the town, it seems so small and easy to take for granted.
And yet, what do I get from keeping my distance?
There's no point to taking that detour.
All these wasteful things are the default.
Nonsense raging so unpleasantly.
I remembered I had let one of the same go before.
I, with bitter memories.
If, inside my cooled head,
I became honest with myself anew,
I wouldn't do something as stupid as this.
It's only that I wouldn't be satisfied just looking up at the sky anymore either.
I put my back to the railing and look down.
It's only in my imagination that if I stay on the Earth's surface
it would be with a rope tangled around my neck.
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
I was able to laugh, I was able to cry.
My nostalgic do, re, mi.
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
I rolled on the floor laughing, and cried too, during
my embarassing do, re, mi.
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
Even the times I've laughed have truly diminished.
The timbre has drifted away from me.
My first love, so obvious though I had wanted to keep it secret.
My youth, that I want to return to, frustrating as it was.
My rebellious phase, when I was apparently annoying even when scared.
They still weren't that long ago.
But from here on out there won't be any of that.
Just as I'm finally satisfied,
the next day's sun rises again.
I'm fed up with my part-time, I only ever hate it.
I may be irresponsible, but I have relationships of merit here.
After dark, when it's time to sleep,
I hear a sweet voice from the room over.
The contrast between indifference and audacity,
my weak point, embarrassment, and recklessness.
Unreliable, people-shy creatures
are just exactly that.
Hugging my knees in a dark room
just looking at the wall.
The person I fell in love with so long ago
was someone who needed medicine to live.
It's like I could grab that cloud.
It's like dusk is changing into the cosmos.
I took a fragment of effort with some water
and my days passed still with no effect.
I can't keep living in a world
where you brag about how many friends you have.
This senseless, pure, phony water.
When it dries out, where does it come welling up?
Can you buy the word 'Friend?'
Like from winning it through a raffle?
If you strike and smash attraction,
you get these beautiful droplets, so look.
Even if I don't say 'Look, please,' somehow
it was always a given that you would.
You would, right?
Doing unversed things because they're new.
I can't remember what
my specialties were.
I think about it again because I can't have any fun doing them.
Was my specialty thinking itself?
That isn't it at all, is it?
Behind the wanderlust,
I was struck with an idea.
My hands moved first
and then my feet pointed forward.
Just don't be telling lies.
Don't go for an eye for an eye.
Just a little foul play resounds behind me.
Don't do anything shameful.
I entrust it all to my sentiments of that time.
Don't destroy things by finding faults everywhere
because there's so many things I don't want to forget.
I'll be stretched thin, but I'm doing this.
Good luck, to me, right now.
Good luck, even now, we're together.
One memory rings,
a mysterious chord's timbre.
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
Nearly untouched for some decades.
Even without being able to laugh or cry,
if I had remained there...
A piano playing a mysterious sound.
If I had played it with even just a little bit of strength,
it wouldn't matter if I cried like I was laughing.
Ring together with my voice.