I wish to be a hope

Born as a free dandelion seed
Wandering the world, blowing in the wind
On a handful of dirt, finally landed

Born small, but I wish to grow large.
Born seed, but huge tree, I wish to be grown into
I wish to be a shelter for little creatures

Even if it means shivering in the rain
Root shaken in the storm
My whole body freezing in the cold

More than little creatures’ shelter
I’d like to be remembered as a hope
Born small, but I wish to be a big hope.

The Pedestrian

In a small, dark room, the light flash on their faces
Their eyes seems possessed by the box in front of them
The only sound in the room is static noise and unnatural laughter

Away from these I walk for freedom
The fresh wind passing me tells me I am the only one who feel him.
The cold cement under me tells me I am the only one who walk over him
The silence in this huge city tells me I am the only one who is alive