Blossom Day*


For some reason
I don’t yet know
The show must go on.

For some reason
I can’t yet think
The process must continue.

For some reason
I can’t yet feel
The love must conquer all.

Processing is a fact
With or without an act.
It vanishes the old
Remember to be bold.

Consider to be true
Try to sail through.
Through the troubles
Through the doubles
through distinction
Avoid extinction.

Through time and space
I’m trying to replace
my everydays
with blossom days. ****