Tokyo-dream in Birds cage

That Tokyo persimmon was delicious. I smiled in front of my father,
unknowingly. One step before the rot, birds eat, being taken by children, one step before “thank you”.
I trampled on such persimmon leaves and walked. Freedom has fallen here so much that people can trample them many times. Tokyo in the afternoon.

Empty tea cans, beer bottles, someone's towels, useless belts. I knew their end.
"I won't pick it up."
What I once cherished becomes a ridicule of someone,
and flows.
They should just flow into the whimsical rain, the stream where Tokyo-dream flows.
I'm sure Tamagawa Aqueduct is a hangout for those guys. Tamagawa,
which used to have a lot of water, is now too big to commit suicide by drowning.
It is slimy, cloudy, and slowly settles while being washed away. Make sure to head to the sewage treatment plant.
Freedom in the sewage that flows under the western Shinjuku guard no longer has the power to deter morality and law. Rather, the only freedom left is to commit it.
Sold birds near the house don’t know "freedom". Have they ever wanted to fly in the sky? Wishing to fly, is it happy even if it comes true?
I don't know which is better, the flock of crows that occupy Yoyogi Park while Corona, or
sold birds near my house.

After all, it is the best time and meaning for both the crows
who enjoy the park and the birds in the bird cage to make
the most of the freedom of where they are.

I don't know what kind of broad-leaved leaves the persimmon leaves are, and the dead leaves are blown by the dead trees.
An office lady on the way home from work in Shinbashi, a student wearing a recruitment suit, and a salaryman who doesn't want to go home
are stepped on and become waste and dust.
The next morning, a cleaning lady sucked it up with her vacuum cleaner, and in her motor, it was gurgling, gurgling,
gurgling. Everyone is swept together in the center of Tokyo.

Bystander who saw it said.
He said that looked lonely while looking at it. He said that was lonely when people talked about thire dreams and drowned freely.

That's why I yearn for it.
You can feel the strength and beauty of being there. Being there is.
That is why I love and cherish it.

In the vacant bed of my mother. It's good because it's a blanket with that hole.