Beige world,
dull green haze,
thin words
Gray blue mood,
nightless
endless day.
Comfort is my notebook where
I can make good things occur
easily with strokes of pencil.
As for 'real life',
let the universe decide.
Meanwhile it's morning;
let us go out into the busy world
and find a ray of sun to twirl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem