we are all just side characters in a novel.
Our lives are meaningless, we float around
in the sea, like green-gold plankton.
How do we make our live meaningful?
How do we fully milk the opportunity given?
I do not know.
I do not know yet, and maybe never will.
When I do, I'll tell you.
It may be while eating soup without a spoon,
or staring into space in a large, dark room,
it will be wonderful, seeing the world truly.
We could then see clearly, you or I tonight.
Then we might go into a blazing flight,
or we could swim under the darkest seas.
I can't wait till metamorphasis comes to me.