届かないルート〜The Road Out of Reach〜

見えてる　一本道
まっすぐお前に届けられる声
なのに足元にはロープ
首輪みたいに絡みつくルール

「遠回りしろ」って誰が決めた？
曲がり角ばかりの地図を渡され
真っ直ぐ行けば一秒なのに
十年分の言葉をぐるぐる回す

削るなよ、その刃を
お前の光は刃こぼれしてない
俺は削らず渡したい
でも壁が口の奥まで押し込んでくる

変えたいんじゃない
奪いたいんじゃない
そのままの声で
この距離をゼロにしたいだけ

見えてるのに届かない
その線が、俺の胸を締め付ける
本物の答えは
今も拳の中で握ってるのに

The Road Out of Reach

I see a straight road ahead,
a voice that could reach you without a bend—
yet ropes coil at my feet,
rules tightening like a collar around my neck.

Who decided I should take the long way?
They hand me a map of endless turns,
when one straight step would take a second,
but I’m made to spin ten years of words in circles.

Don’t grind down your blade.
Your light has no chips in its edge.
I want to hand it over, unshaved,
but the wall shoves itself deep into my throat.

I don’t want to change you.
I don’t want to take from you.
I just want this distance to be zero,
with your voice as it is.

I can see it, yet I can’t reach it—
this line that tightens around my chest.
The real answer is still here,
clenched in the palm of my hand.