(A Japxican and Shippo Production)


I

There was once a time
when I did soar so high
over clouds of white down,
through air of calm peace.
That was when I fell
so deeply in love
with blissful freedom and
the passions of individuality.

There was once a time
when I did laugh and play
like a worry-less otter
swimming, swirling in fresh water.
That was when I was
so confident and carefree,
a rare blooming flower
in a field of dandelions.

That was a time
that now seems no more
as my troubles became many
and burdens befell me.
I fell from astounding heights
for what feels like eternity
and the air was like a stench,
freedom like slavery.

What happened to the otter,
happy and content with everything,
and that beautiful flower
whose aura blessed the garden?
One has grown old while
the other withered away
like an unforgiving winter which
wasted the land away with frost.


II

This is now the time
when my wings are cripple and
the free spirit is tamed,
and my tears break the peace.
Now is when imprisonment
smothered last chances
of blissful freedom and
the passions of individuality.

Now is the time
when smiles seem a memory
and the otter became a lie;
playful times left long ago.
This is a time that
I’m aware of my blossoming paranoia,
like the thorns of the rare flower
which seems no different from the dandelions.

This is now a time,
that once seemed never coming,
as my troubles become many
and my burdens have befallen me.
I once stood on a cliff
facing the world with closed eyes
and life was like glass,
my heart was zirconium.

The otter never existed
in the world of hardships and pain,
and that beautiful flower
lingers anguished by its life.
One has grown old while
the other withered away
like the relentless summer sun that
grazed the land with desolate rays.