The Awry

You talk like you know
You tell with your narrow
You run and hit the pillow
And you fly and fight the sparrow
That's awful, dear...

You throw them out like a trash
You blame them with your sword
You shout your mouth out with a cash
Then, you ask them to help you out with the world
That's unfair, dear...

Now, see the light of the sun
You will feel how itself burns your soul
Now, see the moonlight of the moon
You will see how itself blinds your body bold
That's unconscious, dear...

What the mistakes have they done to you?
They fell down with the hollow you dig up
What the deficiency have they done for you?
They looked so pale, haggard, and crumpled like a zombie which never stands up
That can be awry, dear... 

(S.A/August, 23th 2017/Kota Karet)