In hospital again
This time for the heart treatment
Catheter searched in
(The familiar view
Through the hospital window.
The horizon slowly curves around
Dividing the skies from the ground
Expanse of tall buildings, maybe thousands or more.
I see no people moving.
Is that how our city will look like
After all of us are gone?
Will we go to any other place to continue our lives?
I can believe or not believe that we do.
Either way, it sounds meaningless to think.
I live only to follow my desire.
Intuition is the guidance.)