A Jumble Poem by Nanashino Ryu

You are just a shape.
You are just a name.
You are a jumble of pieces.

Mind doesn't want to fall apart.
Mind wants to unify yourself.
Mind wants to be better than others.
Mind wants to attract attention.
Mind wants honorific titles.

But yet, you are confused by public eye.
Some piece opposes some piece of your mind.
Known by everyone, called by everyone,
finally, you feel relieved.
However, illness, aging and death take your titles.

You are still doing your best today,
for keeping your titles and young,
without realizing your true self behind the jumble.