Logic seems to disappear in the realm of emotions..
Never go into the bakery and see how bread is made..
Each one of us trying to find our own ikigai..
which is better expressed if left unsaid…
The tale of our desire for each other..
Flowers are beautiful, we lay eyes on them..
You’re the one who can unlock these invisible cages..
Hope shows the route while soul’s the driver..
If there was no time, how can we define forever? ..
.. that unlike us, our luck is not ambitious