Gazing Up to the Moon with a Kaleidoscope, I Can’t Help But Worry
How the Osmanthus Would, Fly into the Wide-Open Mouth
And, No Matter How I Looked, it’s Just, Not the Moon
Could it be, that I’m, Wearing
A Huge Hibiscus on My Nose?
Fishing Out the Moon in the Kaleidoscope, Being Able to
Pull Out a Bouquet of Roses, This Counts as Being Blessed
life in pieces, inside a kaleidoscope, NOT my photograph…
Nobody Wants to Know, Why When the Rose
Turned into the Windmills, the Mushroom Clouds
Will Rise Up from the Throats?
Swaying Around, Everything Loses Its Colors
And, that Beautiful Scene Came Out of, the Midst of the Dizziness
If I’d, Blown Air into the Kaleidoscope, Will I
Make a Bundle of Colorful Balloons Emerge from it?
doesn’t look like anything, and the more you’d started, the dizzier you’ll become! Not my photo.
Seeing How Every Instant is Worth Celebrating
And Yet, No Matter How I Blew, I Can Only
Manage, to Make, a Messy, Misshaped, Not Resembling Anything in the World
A Messy Cloud
So, from the start, you get that sense of hope, that sense of countless possibilities, and, as you get to the end, you sense that despair, of not being able to, make ANYTHING out, and that, is just how life sometimes go, you have such high expectations of things in your lives, and, no matter how hard you’d worked, you’d ended up, empty handed, so very, disappointing, but hey, that, is how LIFE is sometimes!