I’m jumping to conclusions, bathing in my vanity, My breaths heavy with cheap pride, But when I look into the sad little mirror covered in shame, That I keep hidden in my wardrobe…
It only illuminates the convenient scars, Showing me countless victories won with effortless strength. No matter much I polish it, it wears me down: An enlightenment where my feet can’t touch the ground.
I say crier! I say liar! I say rising heaven! I love this limitless world with its endless recordability. WAR… I hate WAR… I hate WAR…
I’d like to ask, “What is…” “What is life?” Just what is its true form? “Life”, the kind where you could be free and find happiness. “What is life?” Just what is its true form?