Freeform Poem №1

Written on December 17, 2017 at 10:19:43.

Ever so gradually, I find myself having such serene fantasies of ambition in the Empire of the Rising Sun.

Perhaps it’s just the skill of Yoshitoshi on paper, but some part within me is overwhelmed by a melancholic longing when I see Jinmu-tenno’s radiance under that rising dawn.

I have nothing tangible for the future I see. I suppose that’s only fair, given how amazing it is to merely taste. There’s always room for change.

Can I really lead such a wonderfully, humblingly empowered future, if all I can do is chip away in its pursuit? I am only one person . . .