There they came,
like golden sparkles
falling out of the sky
just as it was a normal thing,
but stil...
It brings something...
mystical, something...
curieus, something...
I don't know what
Why is it here and not
somewhere else?
Why doesn't it bring
joy to them who
need it the most?!
Can't they see it?
Those beautiful things
playing in the light
of the only lamp-post
in the street.
Everything is wrecked
but stil...
That one inspiration point
standing there,
giver of all the good things
in the world
Why do they only see
the bad things...?