Freedom is a Jail

Freedom gives me a space to be fully in my mind

to think what I am supposed

to think.

Freedom is a jail to me.

When there is freedom for me,

When there is nothing disconcerting my space,

My cell, my brain is empty.

I’m all alone in my freedom, in my cell.

Sense of solitude that freedom gives me.

I long for someone to be in the cell together,

making everything complicated and harder to think.

You make me want to think again

and keep me feel alive.

Coloring Book

You colored my feelings

One page colorful

One page blank

(Repeat)

Ruled by emotions

You were no exception

I don’t blame you

Just no praise for someone

like you

who is inconsistent

with your own heart

I don’t blame someone

who is too colorful

like you

I like you

because you colored me

One page colorful

One page blank

ガラクタ

綺麗なガラクタを集めてみる

悲しみや苦しみをもったもの

綺麗だけどどこか壊れてる

完璧なものなんかないけれど

せめてあるべき場所に戻したいと思った

もしかしたら人は自分のためには

生きられないのかもしれない

今日も朝が来て、窓を見つめる

窓からの景色が

昨日のものと同じか確かめるために

昨日の自分を思い出すため

夢との区別がつかなくなる前に

手が届かなかったから

美しいと感じたのかもしれない

変えられなかったから

離せなかったのかもしれない

そんな綺麗なガラクタは

人のものさしで決められる程の価値もない

ただ何かの大切なものに

なりたかったのかもしれない

それを手にいれた先の幸せを

信じれる程強くもないのに

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Collecting all the beautiful junk

carrying all the sadness and pains

beautiful but broken

Nothing is made to be perfect

At least I wanted to put them back

where they were supposed to be

Perhaps

No one can live only

for themselves

Morning comes back again

I look at the window

Just to make sure

what I see is

what I saw yesterday

Just to remember

Who I am is

Who I was yesterday

Before I get lost between

midnight's dream and morning

I couldn’t let you go

because I knew

you would't hold me in the morning

I thought you were beautiful

because I knew

I couldn’t call you mine

So many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster

The art of losing isn’t hard to master

Lose something every day

Accept the fluster of lost door keys

the hour badly spent

The art of losing isn’t hard to master