架空

白い霧をまとった街は 昨日と同じ顔で笑う 歩道に落ちた誰かの影が 風もないのに揺れている バス停のガラス越しに 知らない言葉が映りこむ 「戻りたいか？」と問われても 帰る場所がもう不明だ 触れてしまえば輪郭が変わる 確かなものほど溶けていく 架空の空に　名前を呼ばれた 聞いたこともない声なのに懐かしい 手を伸ばしても　掴めない今が 目の前で静かに書き換わる どれが本当？ どれが嘘？ 境界線だけが呼吸している ビルの隙間をすり抜けた音が 脈のように街を叩く 信号の色が入れ替わって 行き先だけが増えていく 誰かが落とした古い地図は 線と線がねじれたまま 辿ってみればみるほど 消えていく正しい順路 動かぬ針を合図にして 知らない未来が開きだす 架空の空が　優しく笑うたび 心の奥で鼓動がズレていく 追いかけても　追いつけない答えが 波のように形を変える 触れない真実、滲む視界 境界線だけ　呼吸している 誰の声でもない囁きが 背中をそっと押してくる 「選べ」と言われたページには まだ何も書かれていない 架空の空へ　ひとつ踏み出せば 沈んでいた色がよみがえる 昨日でも　今日でもない世界で 初めて自分と目が合った 曖昧なままでも　進めるなら 境界線の先へ歩き出す 靴音だけが　確かな証 虚構の街に　朝が降りていく

The city wrapped in white fog Smiles with the same face as yesterday Someone's shadow fallen on the sidewalk Sways though there is no wind Through the glass of the bus stop Unfamiliar words flicker into view Even when asked, 'Do you want to go back?' The place I would return to is already unclear Touch it, and the outline changes The more certain a thing is, the more it melts away In the fictitious sky, my name was called A voice I have never heard, yet somehow familiar Even reaching out, this present I cannot grasp Is quietly rewritten before my eyes Which is the truth? Which is the lie? Only the borderline keeps on breathing A sound that slipped through the gaps of the buildings Pounds the town like a pulse The colors of the traffic signal switch places And only the destinations keep multiplying The old map someone dropped Lies with its lines still twisted The more I try to trace it The right route fades away Taking the unmoving clock hand as a signal An unknown future begins to unfold Each time the fictitious sky smiles so gently Deep in my heart, the heartbeat slips out of time Even chasing it, the answer I cannot catch Changes shape like a wave An untouchable truth, a blurring sight Only the borderline is breathing A whisper that belongs to no one Softly presses against my back On the page that tells me to 'choose' Nothing is written yet Take one step into the fictitious sky And the colors that had faded away revive In a world that is neither yesterday nor today For the first time, my eyes met my own If I can move on even while still uncertain I will set out beyond the borderline Only the sound of my footsteps is certain proof As morning descends on the fabricated town