I don't ken. I don't know.
No one cares if I come or go.
Curving, jutting, ranging, butting.
Wide and narrow — that's me, the arrow.
X me. Ray me. Stick me on a wall.
Give me a buffing polish. I won't complain at all.
The allure of the happy lady has me enchanted.
Because I'm easily seduced by advertising murals.
Make me think again.
About the delicacy of blossoms.
From the balconies.
Fronting the glowing walls.
I think I'm stuck on you.
In every lockable way.