There will be a time
Of no time
A too late time
For being sorry.
(Speak now or silence will erase all wounds!
No scars, no leaves, no flowers!)
Sometimes you need to bleed it all out,
To carve deep into the skin
To peel it off from the world, the old times world.
(Hurry up, there will be a time of no time!)
Sometimes peeling your own skin is painful
Too scary, seeing your hanging skin
While flowers still you have to grow.
(What a hard time for a tree!)
But what a delicate, clean, white new skin you have grown!
(See? That’s what change is!)
(September, the 2nd, 2017)