Within self-questioning and self-answering
Opinions intersect
Above joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure
Masks cover
Lacking confidence
In one’s own thoughts
Once again, towards indulgence
The screen beckons
Can you hear it?
The noisy signs
Prepare yourself
I’m waiting
Come on, come along
To our dream parade
Don’t be afraid, it’s not scary
Hey, waving the rotten justice
Let’s break free from the sneering masquerade
Let’s go through the true parade
With the acting skills honed by self-made lies
I’ve been getting by as “the squarest of squares”
If I reach into the midst of unwanted trash
I wonder if I’ll encounter unseen treasures
Are you done changing?
As for the baggage, it’s fine
If you get cold feet
Shall I leave you behind?
Now
Come on, come along
To our dream parade
Let’s raise our voices so it never ends
Hey, let’s break free from the masquerade
That mocks hope with boring topics
Towards tomorrow’s ongoing parade