bitter truth

Cross-bound from human society
only the shadow believes itself.
And I shall not cast a vow
until it happens itself.

The rain analyses itself deeply,
thus forecasts the wind.
The people are numerous,
yet they are here.

What are you doing
on this topless mountain?
The shadow has not yet passed.
Can you believe a life
without itself?

It feels how it tastes
but we never get it.
What is it?
It has to be some kind of aroma.

The vows have been mysteries for eons
- how can you now say it directly?
The people you know have been bad to you
- how can you read their behaviour?

What else is the life
but bitter sarcasm
of forbidden movements
Can you even turn the time in your favor?
You moron.

Noone else but you can do this.
Sheer is your white like teeth