in a deep of an angular circle
on a top of an angular sky
keeping eyes wide open
they will see it slowly passing by
in a sense of understanding
in a notion of doing right
unfolding really and truly
they will hurt each other not knowing why
as a sign of nothing special
like a grimace of a great delight
making love with a stranger
and feel the difference growing aside
I am at the back of your drawer
and no one can reach me this far
I'd like to get out of it however
so why don't you please take me out?