WITH A PREPOSSESSED AND POOR MIND
On my way hack home at night after being exhausted
I dream of your tender eyes
I'll be sure to keep treasuring from now on too
Calm nights just between us
In a city where everybody lives with fear
Even quacksalvers with suspicious looks
Are also obsessed with similar kind of sadness
Hesitation is deepened
And with a prepossessed and poor mind
Fails to discern even the one and only truth
Strolls many times in the same place and keeps walking
Hurts people without any reasons
And the prepossessed and poor country
Atonement for its mistakes which it turned its face away
To the whole sky, to above all people
Involving children's future
ISLANDERS' TREASURE
About the sky above the island where I was born on
How much do I know
Shining stars and floating clouds
I can't answer even if I was asked what their names were
But I know more than any others
The sky I repeatedly looked up
When I was sad and painful
We can't find from what is written in textbooks
Here we have some important thing
That's islanders' treasure
Well, I really miss Okinawa!
A CARING CLOWN
During the lecture I listened to yesterday, there were so many volunteer caring clowns in the hall.
The lecturer, Patch Adams, has been a caring clown to ease sick or wounded people off suffering from pain.
I wish I could behave like a clown to all people I meet or see everyday. But it must be the hardest thing for me. I know my character very well.
But I originally have such a will. I'd like to care or even entertain all people being involved with me.
Against my will, I can't behave like a clown. I can't entertain my acquaintances well.
The main reason why I can't do so is fear that I might not be able to be accepted properly. Nobody might not laugh or accept me as a funny person. I might have something unacceptable in my personality.
However, behaving like a clown might open my new way.




