なんでもない

“なんでもない.” You ask why. Because you asked, the truth I answered Because you attacked, my pegs I fenced Because you shot, my stance had stuttered Because you shouted, my voice I swallowed Because you dominated, my teeth I clenched If only you have not asked, “What’s wrong?” And if only I thought harder and told a pacifier There would have been no ‘singing the song’ There would have been no misunderstandings And you would not have started a quiver The truth, the convention or what you wanted to hear You should have told me what you wanted me to say I’d be hurt with the former and guilty with the latter But what of it? I know I would have saved arguments In this life you interfere, it is not you who makes the pay If only I have chosen to fly down south And if only I have kept silent with the ding-dong There would have been nothing to talk about You never understood how simple the language I use And you would not have asked, “What’s wrong?” Because you fired, I let you be the law Because you lost temper, with mouth zipped I grieved Because of the experiences, the future I foresaw I compromised my guilt and interest with my choice of answer Because you asked, your choice of answer I give. You ask why? “なんでもない.”