That's quite ironic. Something eddies in me.
I entrust my body to it. Unchanging days.
i was looking up the smoke
I found a spider gazing me through a gap in the smoke.
as if myself losing the way to go
I can't move like the butterfly caught in the web.
I would play into your hand, if I struggle.
how long do you keep me as a preservative food?
for me, you seem to look over there.
how long do you keep me as a preservative food?
it's your territory
I'm a wingless bipolar
how long do you keep me as a preservative food?
for me, you seem to look over there.
how long do you keep me as a preservative food?
for me, you seem to look over there.
There's a reality behind the window
the rain drops are like tick
If you wait a little longer, I would fly, before the 
smoke would be gone.