In bitterness
Of consequences
In melodies
Of foreign land
Forgotten storms-
Impudent, reckless
So easily get out of hands.
In endless sea
Of past and nowhere
Each song is destined
To be drowned.
It comes and goes,
Becoming slower,
It slips away,
And then goes round.
For those who used to swim with mermaids
And see the pearls that have no price
This is a curse. But what's the purpose?
You want to float? Then roll a dice.