I
climbed up the roof to absorb the early summer sunshine,
There I saw the clear shadow of a ladder.
That moment, I felt like I could climb the shadow up to
the sky.
Hope is an easy thing for the foolish.
I suddenly felt fatigue at the idea of direction - up
and down.
So I felt like laying down that power and give it some
rest.
But horizontal movement made one side left and the other
side right.
Though this was on account of human limits and rules,
it was clear and unavoidable fate to me.
I wanted to dilute this idea of direction in a human method.
Like
myself, the train moves from right to left,
The path that the train I am aboard passes by is from
left to right.
I thought that (by making the path a subject,) the direction
of the path would dilute and neutralize the idea of direction
inside me. |
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