If you were a mollusk
the pain you bear
would be much severer than a vertebrate’s
Sometimes you can only observe
how a song from afar
like an earthworm
squirms, swells, and finally
festers in your heart
Don’t remember when the boundaries and limits
are overlapped
making a great frustration to the emotional rules
The traffic lights have gone wrong
There is a flame over the street
The police patrol frequently calls out, the siren
like a canine, seizes the vehicle running away
To hard intrusion
from the initial whack
you respond quickly by shrinking yourself
As to adapting for sharp appliance
it is nothing more than lacking backbone
bruised and cut through
bearing the suffer silently, never budge
for greeting the new turn of cycle
However to those softer than you
you appear not to know what to do
like the song from afar
can soften you to a puddle of mud
then turn the mud to clean water
a trail of smoke