i found today easier and i wonder
if every day is a pill to swallow
then today at least,
it was not so bitter

i could not help but be attracted
i could not help but be distracted
distracted from the normal reality

i thought the light –
only shone green –
for those with a golden dream

the woman has pear trees
a flock of clouds
and willows swaying in her imagination

sixteen is remembered
but it is a dream
yet i can touch it

the generation gaps
i can feel it
when i listen
i can hear it

people stare, people speak
their souls worn –
on lonely streets