this kind of thing happens to me.
a tocsin to myself
a new lesson
now I thank you very much
for telling me the truth at last
I'm out of the dream
so good for me to know that I didn't want to know
water thinks of blue but it's now all gone for nowhere
those days I was tougher
tougher
tougher
tougher.
want to tell them to run and hide
and make us learn that it shouldn't happen
it was such a trifling drama
occurred in my small eye sockets
what was I wishing for
within such small days
maybe I'm feeling a little better now
just a little
what am I?
I think I'm like an egg.
