Mataoaka

Why are we like this?
Torn

The sun hides behind his Orange fury and,
The moon behind his Countless stars

And you, your life so wrenched
And I, I hide behind Love, sympathy
And pain

The red and yellow roses are still fresh
The lemon pie is still untouched
And I wait, my eyes on the door,
I wait

Two doors, each one leading to eternity
I long for the sun
Tickled by it’s warmth on my skin

In my vanity, I couldn’t love anyone
I cannot order myself to death,
I am too old to bear the pain

Why does the earth have colours?
Why does the tree still reach up to the sky?
Even when its branches are broken
Hours pass, but I don’t speak a word,
I don’t miss it.

Would I miss my life in this place?
Would tears fill up these eyes?

I am a confused man, complicated,
So intricate,
That I fail to understand myself, and
Sometimes the mind unravels
Showing its immense beauty,
Just a glimpse