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FORWARD

Childish thoughts branded as dreams
High speed race, please don’t crash
Enjoy the view before everything stops

Music for the mood, soaring emotions
Tricked minds believe, unconditionally
Are you moving, or is it everyone else?

Let’s end on a brighter note if we can
Dark tunnels lit up with sunshine
Forward’s good, even just a state of mind

 

TÜBINGEN

Fog filled with breath
of last autumn leaves finding their way to the ground.
Yellow greyish charm
of a small town preparing to fall deep 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.

 

A STRANGER IN THE ROOM

A stranger in the room, a battling fool
handicapped in the gloom of his own existence,
denied the tools to leap beyond his own perception,
just bullish charms to sustain unwanted desires,
falling down like a soldier marching on the front line.

A looker on the street, perving at happiness,
seeking lies to satisfy his never ending tortures,
making fun of his very own masochistic nature,
walking home alone to the bed overlaid with rose petals,
pretending life will never drain him of his conscience.

A bird in the sky, finally out at night,
chasing the freedom that never existed on the ground,
fearless and kind like it has never been before,
heading to the land with spires piercing high,
forgetting the days it feared it couldn’t leave behind.

 

PEACE

Tonight I made peace with being.
Stopped questioning the past
and worrying about what lies ahead,
even if just for a while.

Tonight I drove home in the dark,
and nothing was clear in my mind.
Yet darkness felt calmingly good
for the first time in my life.

Tonight I accepted life
with no grudge or prayer for more,
fully aware nothing is perfect.
Still, it felt good standing still.

Tonight I was free again,
and living didn’t seem like a drag.
Took a break from moving forward
to enjoy the wonders of being.

Tomorrow things are gonna change.
The end of the beginning of the end.
Convoluted web of expectations,
but tonight I made peace with being.