Tale of Me

Tale of me knows keenly the familiar
My garden was wilted 
The wind in the park grew colder 
I felt numb but it exists
In essence surprises start 
And for that I am glad 
Happy and sorrowful 
Dim and closed in the distant fog 
I road I chose to cross has lost its colour 
I crush a can of woodpecker 
Smile etched on,my face 
It will not end with my hands 
It will end at the end.