Unimaginable

Even though winter is close here at the place i go to there is a cherry tree that is blooming. i thought

i wonder if everyone really understands that this place is not normal

i walked right passed it still wondering, actually confused

or maybe the thing that isnt normal is ...
the tree or just me

day by day people just pass by it, it seems that this is just normal.
on a lazy saturday i went to the place where the cherry blossom stands
as im slowly walking towards it

i wonder why this cherry tree blooms over and over?
its really true what other say that: "its more like 'cherry that drives people mad'"
looking at the cherry blossoms is something that can make you so happy, it could really drive you mad

i sat beside the tree wondering all this time

i still dont get why you blossom?

i just thought youre actually the same as i, were both weird (laughs)
hmmm i dont know as long as this tree wants to blossom, then let it be

this tree like other trees..
its just a normal tree
this tree seems alright, at least it could stand out (sighs)

dont you hate being weird?

the wind blew, along with the whisper of the cherry blossom
for other people this might seem weird but its become pretty normal for me after so long its nothing special

that tree is weird
but right now im a little weird too
why does this feel just a lil bit fun, i wonder?

the next day every trace of the cherry blossoms had disappeared
but perhaps thats just normal here

i realized something incredible ...

Where I belonged

in an underground prison
trapped by the chains of fear
locked in the bars of despair
a soul captive of darkness

what does light look like?
how does warm feel?
how does comfort sound?
for the being to long for this

it closed its eyes
everyone was waiting with their bright smiles
there was a place to return to
and someone whom he calls his own

this was just temporary
for in reality
it was never really there
the being couldnt grab hold of it

the soul opened its eyes
the wails of the damned still echoed through
is soaked with tears of blood
everything is still the same

in the end it was just an imagination
their was no one there
nobody was reaching out
it was foolish to have dreamt of the light,
because in darkness, is where I belonged.