Reiji Maigo (the Midnight Lost Child)
I heard of a soul that tried
to reach out by breaking their toys.
Sadly, his wish was denied –
no one could hear him through the noise.
The more things change…
The morning fog clears, leaving a gray afternoon like all the others.
But I held on to you…
Pulled under the sea, reaching for a purchase by grasping at the moon.
Just another day in paradise
Frustration, loss, hope, and confusion observed while “empty” hours pass.
A (wise) man of two faces 