A Price of Personal Space

I walked by the street lamplights.
The loneliness was cold,
Caught my hands in summer tonight.
In the crowd, one was frozen soul.

Going back to hotel, I tried
To melt inside with white thin sheet.
Drifting to the place that I
Was warmed by a person I don’t know how to meet.

I woke by the strong sunlight.
The breeze was cool.
I suddenly changed a plan in mind
Just because the clouds were beautiful.

Going out to city for travel.
It’s so fun with own pace and style.
The comfort of freedom unravelled,
This room was for a bigger smile.

The price of space is expensive,
In either way I choose to receive.

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# Tokyo Trip
This street is charming with old styled lamps. I fall in love with summer night, again, but this time with a drop of unexpected solemness.

Photo: Shinagawa walking street, Tokyo.

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Why Going to Disneyland?

 
Why going to Disneyland?
Perhaps because I now can.
Because I had never been
when I was a teen.

Perhaps I want to see
alive childhood stories.
Before getting too old
and a few rides make me fold.

Perhaps I want to forget
all the life logic set,
working for money,
climbing the ladder of society.

Perhaps I don’t have a reason
to visit sort of imagination.
Let’s be free, be happy.
Life is to create a mosaic of good time memory.

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# Couplet for Tokyo Disneyland trip (2016.05.01)