Can you feel the music calling out to you?
The clouding insence is made of light.
Can't you feel the sound of love dance through you?
The flashing allure, contained inside.
Take care,
And note that life is just a dream
In the end,
You realize - nothing is as it seems.
For only a God can sell love to human beings.
But they are not, my dear
They are not
The light of another world
But instead they are of this one --
Thousand times more pure and innocent, this world is
Like truth in the form of an accident
A painful feeling in the heart
The man who sits alone, singing in the forest in the dream of a child
Or rather, a childhood dream.
The lyrics end.
He turns his back to me and I lose sight
Of those beautiful, fragile eyes
I know it has been done
The city has killed its poet
Like it has done so oft before.
And yet,
The people still believe in human beings
Allowing the flower adorning the tomb
To be reborn once more.
Maybe belief was something hard to kill?
When there's nothing you can do,
Remember gazing into the world behind the poet's eyes;
A world removed from this one, a world pure and innocent,
A world where human beings are both stupid and cruel
A world where a poet's fragile eyes are crushed by society's goal
A world where children live to love life
From the dim of the twilight
Till the dawn of the year
There, standing on the pavement, was a young man
And he was a poet.
A poet with verses left unpublished.
He said,
"They are not. My dear, they are not."
Humans are not stupid and cruel.
Humans are not pure and innocent.
Humans are not poets, not crushed by society
Humans are but children.
Children learning to live
Children learning of love
Children learning of life
Children who still believe in human beings
That still believe in "the wise ones",
Unknowing of 'homo sapiens' beyond that
Which they have encountered as a child.
D sells only love and dreams....
Ningen no tameni.