Anaesthesia

When a bee uses the stinger
it will lose that life
because it is an exchange with life
We don't imagine the bee's strong powers
to make a big decision for that one sting

I don't have a sting to give injury,
like the bee has
But that sting is in me -
it just stings me from the inside
Then that pain will change to a
comfortable anaesthesia -
that pain will be a cosy anaesthesia,
to soothe my other pain

If I live, faithful to myself,
and leave this world - like a bee
that will be a most valuable life, for me

I pull out my sweet memory from my drawer,
then I exchange someone's time, courage,
and kindness to my power,
which was used for me,
once in me

I fly strong,
I fly high
to live honest,to my feelings
to show my love with all my honesty
then I will fly again,
keeping my anaesthesia
only alone,
under a free sky