How Strange
Every existence
Every day
Every instant
Detaches effortlessly
Like wind-blown tree leaves
The Permanence of Sadness
There is a knot of ice
Hardened like your corpse
That is so uniquely mine
Mystery
Don’t withdraw too far from the question
Don’t rush too close in need of the answer
Walk the narrow path of diving into the question
Trip
It’s just a trip
It’s just a trip
It’s just a trip that’s gonna end