I remember my years in mushin…
Years i cannot buy back;
memories of a life well adjusted,
of days unruffled by hardships!
memories of a time and place
that seem so unreal now…
As i drive through,
I see dreams I did not believe real.
realities i never imagined possible,
of times I never dreamed
en capsuled in momentous steps;
burdened by years never really understood.
Today i look at you,
You see a reality you never dream i lived;
I will not take you to those years
in my heart of hearts
I will live those moments again
I would NEVER dream of making a trade of them.
Mushin contributed a lot to what I am today.
Mushin my place of fear;
of unimagined experiences,
of children forever caged in realities
of servitude forever accepted.
That great monumental waste of human resource!
Mushin my cage of tears,
Of things i never can tell Maami.
Mushin that great place!