You can not withdraw

within a hope
in the black-pitch morning road
red ball on the sky
no possibility it will drop
wake up! Thou
dream are dying
between a labor train
faces going to survive
look
infection around
medical-kit
and
demolish pan
front of the breakfast
there a hope with a
tea seller
nuclear to blast
you can be trust
only the pin-drop silence
here dreams are
in the coffin box
running
as miles and miles
look around a touch machine
make you to do
as you never
in the sky
really you are not a bird
so hold the running steps
it will take you up
there have no love.