I have something I want to say,
but my mouth refuses to listen.
I have something I want to scream,
yet the sound comes out fragile—
soft as a song.
If I put it nicely,
maybe it’s just ego.
The sky keeps drifting,
and sooner or later
my time runs out.
Lotus leaves tremble in the rain.
A frog leaps into the water.
Higher, higher—
higher than usual.
Someday, surely,
I’ll fumble with my shoelaces,
undoing them out of order—
whether I’m walking a red carpet
or walking on needles.
So—take the next step.
Little by little,
turn your thoughts into words.
Even if your feelings
and your voice don’t align,
speak anyway.
Lotus leaves tremble in the rain.
A frog leaps into the water.
Higher, higher—
higher than usual.
This heaviness won’t lift
until dusk—
it won’t.
But when it finally does,
I’m sure I’ll have repaired
my broken compass.
One step at a time,
I’ll change.
Lotus leaves tremble in the rain.
A frog leaps into the water.
Higher, higher—
higher than usual.
Lotus leaves tremble in the rain.
A frog leaps into the water.
Higher, higher—
higher than usual.
Even a little—
even a little,
higher.
Higher.
Higher.
Now—

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