Midnight in Tokyo-3



It was midnight still and quit

But two of the children could not sleep

Their minds whirled with confusion

Leaving them at a loss



I don't understand her

So cold and aloof

But so familiar

A feeling of warmth?




I do not understand him.

Acting unnecessarily

For more than is needed

Under no orders




She's always alone

And never seems to care

Not about anyone, or herself

So strange.



He fears others

And desires them as well

A contradicting being

So strange.



And so the two lay

Thinking and not sleeping.

Until a thought crossed their minds

Why am I thinking about them?