The morning

By the plans which were incomplete,

By the tasks which should be accomplished,

By the things which should be done,

 

Hanging down again,

I didn't rise up.

 

Being sunk and sunk,

my brain

and my eyes

could not wake up by the weight

 

I sought for an excuse once again,

and complained the time.

 

The days

rise

in a dream

such that.

 

And

they

are led to

what I should do.