My hands shaking
Strange names echoing
Ludicrous climbing up
Striking for attention
Tiring of city’s luminescence,
pretentious love
Sickening of anticipations,
modernized delusion,
scattered friendships
It’s clogging up my vessels
Affection’s making me cringe
I’m feeling like an old wheel
Spinning upside down
I’m falling back to my old town
to my innocence ground,
where my beginning
will be found.
Jidapachu
© Jidapa Chang-in
