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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