After the sun makes it all the way up I get out of bed, have a combined breakfast and lunch, give you a late "good morning", and sing today's songs. The die always rolls a 1 or 2. If it sometimes gets a 3, I call it a win. There's never 4 or 5 or anything greater. Although those around me rush off. With one straight rest, I can hardly move forwards. Even so, I brag that I'm OK; it's my own high pace. As for things I don't need, I've decided from the start not to pursue them … I get tired, you see. I know what's important. Is it something that can't be seen? Enjoyable songs when I'm bored, happy songs when I'm enjoying myself, when I'm happy, sad songs too, so then what kind of songs shall I sing? I wave goodbye to yesterday that's passed, I grab hold of tomorrow yet unseen, and if I got to say "goodbye" and "thank you" I take your hand as you smile next to me. Lately, all I've had is instant food: add hot water and it's done. However, it's too bland like that, so I'll add my secret spice. It's not like I've been slacking off. It's that everyone rushing too much. … having said that, you're smiling there with a strange face. Don't tell me you're making fun of me. With me not changing no matter what I'm told, and you persisting even though you don't change, tomorrow will be neither better nor worse. Yesterday, however, I was able to feel alive. Enjoyable songs when I'm bored, happy songs when I'm enjoying myself, when I'm happy, sad songs too, so then shall I sing these kind of songs? I wave goodbye to yesterday that's passed, I grab hold of tomorrow yet unseen, and if I got to say "goodbye" and "thank you" I take your hand as you smile next to me. It's sure to continue tomorrow, this Life of ours.