Fight is long –
For winning fame -
It’s brought to naught.
Growing old
With poisoned fate -
The nerves are taut.
Fight is long –
The virtual glow
Enchanting you.
Will you crave
For limpid air
To heal your soul?
* * *
Now I see the sky,
I regain control,
And I greet the Sun -
So I carry on.
* * *
We long
For different game -
Sincere and true.
Will you soar
With me to play? -
Give up your chain.
Will you long
For different song,
Reviving you?
Will you crave
For truth
To heal your soul?