Racking my brains over this and that, thinking of unnecessary things
Giving well thought out excuses, with my strange pride
I raise myself onto a shelf, human affairs are beyond me
Though I don't have any intention of saying that
Return to being inorganic, tic&tac
What does it mean to "work hard"?
Attention! Question;
The water somehow being shed over there, is it sweet?
Yes/No Yes/No Just as I turned around
This alone, is the COLOR of a frozen time
Even though I'm filled with this and that, I'm still riddled with anxiety
"Makeshift things" and their necessities
Just having things given to me satisfies me
That can't be possible though
Madder red, mixing with blue&white
How much is "enough"?
Attention! Question;
Everyone over here please, will you understand if I used the sound of my hands?
Yes/No Yes/No Leave the answer unfound
We look up at the sky
It remained in the eyes, words that caught my attention and circled in my favourite color.
Shuffling it like a cipher, just what was I looking at?
Attention! Question;
What is your dream? Are you living to your fullest right now?
Yes/No Yes/No The answer is still unfound
The COLOR of the sky we are looking at