The Catcher's Firelight Modern Poetry

In a group of people

I'd rather choose one person.

I laughed at the black beauty of the swamp.

Among a group of friends

I am willing to give up the peace I like.

I grabbed the fire and ran.

I don't know where I will go next.

I wonder who I will meet next.

I just want to try to seize the moment I like.

But I can't.

I looked at the catcher in the rye.

I don't like talking about my past

But I can still talk.

I don't like going to crowded places.

I'm still going.

I hit the darkness again and again with a faint fire.

Watching the world be swallowed up by darkness again and again

Oh, actually, nothing.

The laws of the world are not as described in textbooks.

Who can I blame?

Just like I always make the same mistake.

Fantasize that one day

Can feel the purest light

Need to be forgiven