Prostrate
I cast back to ordinary myself.
What is that flower
I see in the field?
We are oblivious
to our surround.
We just dream
of the luxurious life.
I closed my eyes cause
I didn't wanna see poverty.
But from back of my eyes,
I could see my mother
being shot down.
The sun set in the west,
and it frightened children.
Lots of information
surges ahead everyday.
It comes in my mind right away.
Then I hope my life to be quiet.
It also bears thoughts
which never come true.
I gave up everything sometimes
in the old days.
But now I rather
incline to hesitate.
The sudden rain soaks
the roofs and the sudden rain
shakes morning glory.
The sun beats down
on the ground.
Somewhere in foreign countries.
The bloody wind had blown.
Again,the wind smells bloody.
Every time
the temperature goes up,
It causes hunger and thirst.
And children suffer and
are sent to their death.
The sterile land
Thoughtless urge makes
I cast back to ordinary myself.
What is that flower
I see in the field?
We are oblivious
to our surround.
We just dream
of the luxurious life.
I closed my eyes cause
I didn't wanna see poverty.
But from back of my eyes,
I could see my mother
being shot down.
The sun set in the west,
and it frightened children.
The shudder,
that has nowhere to go.
The climate to be unconcerned
with all.
Your smile and also your heart
are in the cage.
I cast back to ordinary myself.
What is that flower
I see in the field?
We are oblivious
to our surround.
We just dream
of the luxurious life.
I gave up everything
sometimes in the old days.
But now I rather incline
to hesitate.
The sudden rain soaks
the roofs and the sudden rain
shakes morning glory.
Writer/s: MOE
