Konsen to taiwa [ Crossed Wires and Conversation ] Entangling, Mixing together, Expanding, Vivid ego.
How far? Hey, how much?
The waning night softly draws us out.
Free and unrestricted, at the line that is drawn, When you jump in, even if it’s a mistake…
An inconsequential query to show the way. “Where are you going?” If you’re just acting it out, you can’t see tomorrow, you can’t see. Underhanded hearts waiting for the inevitable, like they can see through everything.
Never unplugged from the outlet, we continue crossed wires and conversation. Surrounded and preconceived by the faceless somebodies… If that’s what life is like, I don’t need it anymore. The unending night opens up my field of vision.
Ah, but even then, I can’t fill it all in. Look right through this transparent self of mine.
Now, of the countless choices that easily surpass imagination, Where is the single one for connecting to you? Pain is cooling down completely, as though to maintain the silence, Because I can’t even tie together simple intentions.
Ah, it goes around, that brilliant voice. Tangled as it is, I reel it in.
Now, of the inconsequential queries I touch with that finger, Which is the single one for connecting to you? Even if it’s a tomorrow of just lining up endings and seeing them off, tell me.
