The world got synthetic,
I feel no sympathy.
I feel no harmony
In its futuristic symphony.
Like all is not natural,
The buck stops right here!
What brings us this fracture?
Insomnia? Fear?
It's some kind of frenzy,
It looks like delirium,
People-dolphins dream deep sea
In oceanarium.
This world got a mouse-trap,
Small like a chess-board,
Stretching out my wings
I can't get abroad.
I can't get aboard
To enjoy any flight,
To soar upward,
Saying gently 'goodbye".
Like a tamed hunter-hawk
On its master's hunt glove
Should I wait his command
To shoot up above?
I don't lose any hope,
Though say to my sorrow
If I could ever guess,
To be more homeless.
more homeless than ever
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