Smash

Hasegawa arose from his slumber. He threw his blanket aside nonchalantly and rose to his feet. Slowly, he paces to the valuable shiny silver mirror. He observes his reflection. Newly tattooed symbols on his shoulders were still sore.

He drew a deep breath, held it momentarily before exhaling it forcibly.

And he went back to sleep.

Better than now

I am still dreaming

Of a day when I'm better

I am still thinking

Of the reason I'm bitter

It all comes to nothing

Really? Again I wonder

Truly there must be something

Under all this thunder

Wondrous singing

From a wondrous writer

Joy and hope, will it bring?

It seems there is no answer

Time to do something

Time to quit being a quitter

Time to rise for changing

Time to enter the Winner