The wreckage
Rare, but people glow;
Some emit soft flames
While others do not shine at all.
And yet there you stand,
Shrouded by your very light,
Like a wisp of smoke
That cannot be grasped.
Amidst the chaos-causing confusion,
A menacing dragon you appear.
But your naïveté that bursts at the seams
Engulfs the hardness in your eyes.
Them, your thoughts collide with mine,
A speeding train hits another―
The wreckage remains.
