In childhood, I wonder
What’d be there in the breakdown?
Is just separation, many from single?
Oh! It’s Lovely, breaking makes more
Let’s break something, something huge
My toys were big enough to disintegrate
Succeeded to break with teared eyes
My mother wasn’t happy with my tries
Now at twenty I realized the fact
The mom’s shouting all correct
It’s easy to break harder to join
Like third side of tossing coin
Things rejoin with certain mark
The mark of endless dark