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2019

Came like it was meant to be
Full of misplaced hope, probably
Another 365 days of going in circle
You tell me where we’re gonna be.

TÜBINGEN

Fog filled with breath
of the last autumn leaves finding their way to the ground.
Yellow greyish charm
of a small town preparing to fall asleep.
Cobblestone streets
full of souls still searching for answers.

But somewhere in between there’s love
from the ones who just wish to wander.

CASCADE

I rolled onto the floor like a butterfly in the dark,
I was confused by the sound of music playing so loud around me.
But soon gravity took hold, and it held me down,
orbiting in circles like the craziest of them all.

The centre ring had a lot of swag,
men and boys moving smoothly like stags.
I must say the girls were not too bad either,
undoubtedly, they were all better than me.

And so I kept on rolling, really trying to find a purpose.
In my awkward movements I found nothing at all.
And I was scared I was going to knock somebody down.
or worse, be knocked down on the ground myself.

In the end, there was nothing I could do but hope for the best,
that the illusive longing for repetition would eventually come to me.
I left the place with quite a lot in my head.
It’s been a survival lesson, this trip of mind.

SEOUL MORNING

The end of the night comes when I’m most awake.
In this empty space there’s not much to mourn about.
The sound of life returns in between my transition.
And I know that leaving will not seem like leaving at all.

But time still flows while people wait for their turn—
quite a bizarre trick nature has decided to play on us.
So here I am, chatting away this long oblivion.
Seoul morning welcomes and says goodbye all the same.

THE LAST MOMENT ON EARTH

Long way down,
where the horizon kisses the sky,
I will wait for you
to make sense of my restless mind.
And the sleepless nights—
they will be a distant memory.
I know you’re good
for here eternity ain’t far away.

Swirling clouds—
a quite moment before the storm.
A song of life
completed by the sound of rain drops.
The loneliness
I’ve always felt will be a memory.
For you are here,
and my eternity ain’t far away.

And so it goes—
my last moment on this Earth.
A thing of beauty
only you and I would ever know.
I won’t forget
cause time will soon stop running out.
You smile quietly
for here eternity ain’t far away.
I know you’re good
for here eternity ain’t far away.

BOX

Boxed up, let’s go!
Memories flow, sure you should know.
Tiniest things, let go.
Running in circles, time to break free.
Picture your life
full of mundane, yet the smallest fragments—
they all make sense.

Self-doubt, regrets—
no time at all, just feel the flow.
Changes are strange,
yet the constant can make you numb.
Imagine how
you’d carry on, but long for the moments
of pure insanity.

Reality bites, I know.
It’s never easy just to let go.
No wasted time was spent,
not even now, not even then.
Your box is full,
but time still flows, and the smallest moments—
they’ll all make sense.