The end is a dream

There were some unrealistic fantasies that

Like a fireworks-like dream.

Like a rope woven of foam.

Like a city built with sand.

The city of sand is tightly surrounded by itself.

Suddenly, when the rain fell, the dream woke up.

When the wind blows, the rope is broken.

When the tide falls, the city is broken.

I let my heart be naked and beaten by the wind and rain.

With the tide rising and falling.

Frightened, hissing, sobbing.

It feels like the whole world is broken, shattered, dead, destroyed.

Left alone.

Startled, stupid, frozen, hiding, hiding.

I thought it was just a dream.

But the dream has woken up.

Still in a daze.

Thinking that the whole world is hiding from you?

Pathetic, isn't it? Funny, isn't it? Oh.

Slowly, admitting that

It's just a self-directed play.

The role is always only their play.

When you're tired of playing, the play is over.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get the job done.

Then woke up and understood.

After all, it is just a dream.