Detached

Days have passed,
I stride without sight.

And I found my coin,
that long ago I buried within.

The carved words are like a memento,
of the notes that vanished in a concerto.

I have to sing when it's the right time,
or else I'll forget everything that's mine.

I kind of love you,
but looking at those stars, I soon forget about you.

Sorry if I don't actually like being a human,
but anyway, I get to know things I wouldn't notice if I weren't.

Life is so beautiful now that I remember,
I could have died before I could even remember.

So here again I'd like to get some lines,
right from the cheerful side of mine.

And I know it's not always great to live,
but I guess it's kind of great just to be alive.