The bag that I stuffed so full I could no longer hold it
No matter how hard I push
It’s painful to even stand
Crawling on the bare earth
Even if I look like a bug
The reason why I have not thrown away
Is because getting lost is scarier

What was it that I was collecting again?
It should have been important, and yet

Once more I will toss everything away
If I return to being human again
Will I come to love
My ugly hands and feet
My back without feathers

The bird dancing freely in the sky
I won’t say it’s too much to ask for
A slightly different appearance;
I am just imagining I am just imagining

The things I want to convey
Are piled as high as a mountain and yet
The reason why I kept my mouth shut
Is because I am scared that it would not reach you

It is fine if I am not loved
As long as I am not hated
I will just go on like this

Once more I will toss everything away
If I return to being human again
Can I say that the
Throat that no longer has a voice
Body that can no longer move
Had meaning?

If I had a beautiful, heroic singing voice and music
Perhaps I would have been able to convey everything
I am just imagining

Looking up to
Betraying
Remembering the way I gave up
Holding the wounds that have sunk
Even so
My life is still squirming

Once more I will toss everything away
If I return to being human again
Will I come to love
My ugly hands and feet
My back without feathers

The bird dancing freely in the sky
I won’t say it’s too much to ask for
A slightly different appearance;
I am just imagining I am just imagining
I am just imagining I will just imagining