I’m not your blanket of the absolute
I’m not your falling feigned heart
I’m the coward the pity
I’m the masturbated
Fantasy of a broken dream
Over and over
Craving the day
When the tough comes easy
And the easy tough
8th and Spring hard sunny winter day
No rain of inspiration or rain to cleanse the air
Somebody got shot today.
Somebody lost there everyday
Walking through a Murakami world
Trying to see my true self in the mirror today.