1
The song to the home is hollow
A tune, but no mind or soul
A lost voice- cannot find the sun
A lost place- can easily be undone
A thousand feelings bend with regret
A jumble of mouths murmur in the wind
And now they have lost their memory
Mind asking mouth, why do you still sing?
2
On a flowing hill I chose a place
I rest, though there is no sleep
What lies behind closed eyes?
Saltwater clings to a tired face
Now I’ve rested-how many hours-
Again and again, I open my eyes
Go ask people with limited time
“What’s the use of your knowledge?”
3
In my home it is cold
Not always been cold, just this year
Jagged tempers, forever kept in
Envious minds in the dark spitting hate
Thoughts still flaring in the early sun
And here am I, standing on the rooftop
Peering and peering, but I can’t even see where it began
4
I take my mind through my wrecked memories
The wrecked area sinks my heart
High, low, I search for forgiveness
Big, small, any love left
I shake my spirit, all alone;
Not even the crack of breaking heart is heard
I pity those that take pity on me
In the mind’s of Immortals they are foolish.
5
I wanted a kind place to settle
Nowhere is fully safe
Light whispers of foreboding
Listen close-the sound gets better
Under it is the eternal traveler
Walks along muttering forgiveness and betrayal
For a hundred years, he hasn’t been there
I’ve even forgotten whence he came.
6
Men ask the way to enlightenment
Enlightenment: there’s no clear path
In summer, the sorrow is stifling
The rising moon hardens fire.
How did I get here?
My journey’s not the same as yours.
If your journey was like mine
You’d be lost and here with me.
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