A world of deceit


Is your worth measured

by numbers?

Is it so important

to appear shining to others?

Thinking you’re dancing

but actually being danced.

You, in that state,

seem a little lonely.

If possible,

I would go meet you right now

and listen to your words while looking into your eyes.

Let’s find shade

in the nearby park

and when it gets hot, turn on the faucet

to have a shower with just a thumb.

You’re alone in your room,

staring at the screen, searching for flaws.

The world of deceit always seems bright,

and you’re everyone’s favorite.

But I truly want to hear

your true voice, the voice of your loneliness.