Everyday,
Before I sleep,
With no roof to shelter me (cuz I'm cool like that)
And only the howls of wolves
That echo across the land,
As if they were mocking me,
To keep me alert,
I look up at the millions of stars,
Gazing in awe
As it shines like the bald head of my grandpa on a sunny day,
Such blinding beauty,
And I think to myself,
How the fuck is this clan still alive?
A poem by Shiko