Mind Poem by Nanashino Ryu

You are just a shape.
You are just a name.
You are a jumble of pieces.

You don't want to fall apart.
You want to unify yourself.
You want to be better than other jumbles.
You want to be called by honorific title.
You want to be noticed.

But yet, you are confused by your name.
Because some piece oppose some piece.
Known by everyone, called by everyone,
finally you feel relieved.
However, illness, aging and death take your names.

You are still doing your best today,
to keep your a name and young,
without noticing the true you behind the jumble.