Boiling with hot steam coming through
Tingling more than usual
Thoughts fill the empty space
Between myself and the dying race
Dreams stay for a while
Until someone shatters them apart
With words that pierce across the heart
Burning but not killing the self inside
It’s worst than any other things
Surrounding the days that pass by
Denial comes after the great plunge
It stings, deep within the rush of blood
Veins burst but life still flows
Through all the trials it lasts
Unknown to the self until the end
It is the desire to survive
A desire to do well in this time
Hoping to continue even when failure is the end
It burns inside the self beyond understanding
To live and live well, let it burn, let it grow
Nurture the burning desire until the end is at reach
Yakapin 