Shikata ga nai

In an old bus, patience thinned by midnight As bitterness drifted long, feeling bleak Wiping hours with restless air in dark light Not a robin cooed through skyline's mystique Finding unrest from a breeze in dull shade Where time slept with eyes open, a pale flow, A peasant beside me smiled like glittered jade Changing my face with some kind of halo. His ruffled hair touched my skin. without words And I felt silence soothing my complaint; Reaching out to offer him bread I stored; He said, "life's a pit if that's how it's named." That moment pierced my gall, a quitter I was-- Buoyed; epiphany changed my senseless flaws.