My words, not yours

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan:

a trip down memory lane…

Aren’t we all driven by pleasure or pain?

To hold back tears and call it a win,

And then to be chasing your number one sin,

Look in the mirror,

what do you see

Clear or opaque;

Last night or today,

Till it hurts, son?

Or welcome back, the prodigal son.

We’re just trying to do right, you say.

Or do right by you, I want to say.

Get out, you derro.

お前は出ろ

Who am I kidding

What am I doing

Suffering is meaning

Smile, stay positive

Simple will take you back forward again.

Don’t be so opinionated man.

You don’t know more than you know.

There’s moments like then,

It’s different back then.

She wasn’t there, now she is.

For all of the times in the past

To be made up for all of today.

Deflect to reflect,

That’s what we do.

Same and shame, fame and game,

Why do we always contain?

People don’t talk so much anymore.

But there was the time and will be the time,

Memories, feelings and logic of sublime

Will always bring you back to the time.

It’s time in the market,

Not timing the market,

Tradition or tested,

What does it mean?

Research and systems,

They versus them,

Me versus me,

Whisper or bang?

It’s quiet right now,

Since stopped asking how,

When walls come down between quiet and loud.

Labels are labels, question them down

After the curtains come slowly back down.