In the city where you live
And on that night, he grasped the mic
In the graffiti-filled alley
The reason why we were out of place
And on the day she took pen to paper
You picked up a piece of torn notebook paper
And the many feelings written there, today
Exist within your heart now, don’t they
Warm them
Don’t let them go
Reread them
The high-end I admire
Not something I could write but
This is all I’ve got
So keep us connected
No stage, mic, or applause but
This is all that’s going ‘round in my head
Don’t just flippantly say things have changed
Nothing was in vain, but
Got no originality either
Input, then output again
With words that have been around for a little over 1000 years
Everyone’s looking for a place to go and a way out
I just always write and write and digest
Proved these feelings are true
Be it awkward or boring
I keep scribbling away
Back then, we were kids, mature for our age
Ears plugged with earphones
You sit in the harbor at sunset
Wish you could hear this song
Pretty sure the lyrics are in vertical writing
Upon discerning that voice
Now
You lament in the corner of the room
It casts a cloud
But it’s like the light
It’s not right
But it’s not wrong
You’re the light
Can you hear this voice?
Late at night, the stars gather
There’s motive, but then again, there isn’t
A story not worth telling
Looking in on showbiz from the outside
Talk is cheap, a solitary blackbelt
Top-notch, wealthier than anyone
All alone, a lighted path
Switch on to nobody-will-understand-anyway mode
The inconsistency of remaining a spectator with a half-smile
Like Akon’s “Lonely”
A MONKEY that doesn’t know how to stop
The halting of the growth period, harboring resentment
An inaudible voice, like the sound of the waves
Applauding voices linger strongly
Let’s keep feeding their admiration
What should we change? Forget change, let’s keep it going
We’ll laugh contemptuously at the ordinary
We’ll run to the end even if the past chases us
I prefer to steer clear of common sense
I can finally breathe the way I want to
Gotta do it now before my motive disappears
Upon discerning that voice
Now
You write away in the corner of the room
It’s a light
Like a light in the darkness
It’s not right
But it’s not wrong
Words are light
Can you hear this voice?
Late at night, the city glows
