Keep Sleeping, Angolmois

It's kinna weird.
It's already 2006.
It's kinna weird always for me to see
A year starting with a “20”.

It's kinna weird.
It's been already seven years
Since the date the world
Was supposed to end.

Did Angolmois oversleep?

Although it's kinnna weird
The world keeps turning, anyway.

Perhaps an unfulfilled prophecy
Might mean continuous pains.
But at least for me
Angolmois' inaction brought
Quite a few precious people
Around me.

It's you here, it's you there
And it's you shy over there but
Always giving me light like the moon.

So I thank the horrible king for
Forgetting falling down to earth.

Please keep sleeping, Angolmois.
Even though it is not perfect,
I still love this world.

Yes, I do eat garbage

A smelly pile of filth in front of me
Waits to be picked up
And change into my food.

Yes, I do eat garbage.
Piles of newspaper and aluminum
Turn into my favorite food
After pulled out from other garbage
And seasoned with my sweats.

A smelly pile of filth that I pick up
Is the remain of desires we all make,
Is also a mirror of our hearts.

Yes, I do love this job.
Picking up garbage does not just
Clean the town
But also washes my heart with
Pleasant sweats that work can make
But I have long forgotten.

A Hole and the Full Moon

I saw a deep hole today.
So deep that it'd take thousands of years before
A dropped pebble reaches to the bottom.
It's a hole I face
Time to time in my soul.

So dark. It looked very evil.
So deep. It seemed to devour
Anything exposed to it.

I saw a full moon tonight.
The fullest and the brightest
I'd seen in months.
Her light gently penetrated
Into the hole in my soul.

Actually it was not that deep.
Just deception of darkness
made it look bottomless.
Actually it was not evil.
It was just my soul's desire
To shed a light onto the long-ignored pain.

So I saw the hole
Because it wanted to be
Seen more clearly tonight
Under the gentle moon rays.