To “Hiperactivity”

The highway swirling along the lakebed,
Always yearning for a sheltering house.
Waving up and down, pacing back and forth,
Struggling to expel, secreting fear.

The journey is but a page of early sorrow.
A silhouette need not be forever recalled.
Every phrase of melody is this life’s blessing.
Listening to every passionate wave.

Silver whiteness drenches the entire evening.
It is time to release your entanglement.
To pause the anxiety of stretching and pulling,
And in the next year, peach blossoms, every tree.