I’m not crazy

No, I am

We’ve accepted this

Today is a much more acceptable sunny day Mr Sun

Cool

Bright

Birds are crying all over

Singing their songs

The daffodils are out everywhere

太陽の印

Yours, that is

Your many many names

Thick Sun

Japanese is apt

Well you’re not massive

Thank goodness

I was having nightmares about giant stars

Good morning Mister Owl

It’s not morning

Well it is somewhere

It’s so weird

See I usually get this feeling

About bad people

You don’t know how many times I inexplicably avoided a band only to find out terrible things they did

And of course my opinion is that having money just corrupts the soul

So maybe that’s just what happened

And I was blinded by my first impression

とにかく

Mine now

Sitting just out of his gaze

Does he know I feel this little ache when I realise he’s out of mine?

Oh Big Burning Ball of Fire

This world you’ve created is a mystery

And I don’t understand it nearly as well as apparently anyone else

Or maybe I do and I deny it

I don’t know if hope is a good thing to have, or an excuse to let this keep going

Not that I have any power

Nor do I want it

The ability to turn this

This

Off

Because then I’d just be making excuses for a race that doesn’t deserve it.

Because if I had that power and didn’t use it

I’d be proof this race is doomed.

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