I want to cling onto the moment.

I don't understand myself.

I expect to be able to make a fresh start.

Even if I try to hide in an unfamiliar town.

I think of the present beyond the window.

I want to run away from the urges.

I'll be confused by doubt until I run away.

If I follow my memories that were torn to pieces.

I can return to that time like a boy someday.

I was born to live up to the universe I imagined as a child.

I'm a baby, I want to cry.

The pain it takes to get it so good.

If living is a battle,

you can't help but win or lose.

I know that much.

Perhaps it applies to love as well?

My heart is pounding out of control from running towards tomorrow,

from the shock that made me want to cry.

I want to go on living honestly.

I just want to live honestly.

Like that boy from that day.

I was born to live up to the breath I felt as a child.

I don't want to stumble over someone's words.

I don't want to be confused.

Surely tomorrow will be shining too.

It's okay not to return to your younger days.

I'm a coward about tomorrow's way of my life.

But, I'll be standing on the path I can't turn my back to.

You were born to grant wishes.

I won't cry in order to get what I want.

If this is pain, it's so good.

Oh, and remember to listen to my blogsong to the end.

It's very inspirational.

I hope.....