A collection of junks
Covered with a piece of rag
A replica in a hideous shape
Words spun by someone else
Tones played by someone else
A fake made by distorted collage of them
It all started with something veiled
A innovative emotion like a boy
We lost sight of it when we noticed
A child who lost a toy is crying
I wonder why?
In that spotlight
Your back is moving away from my hand again
I’ll never be like you
Like chasing that moon
My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied
Being alone and alone
I kept having dull dreams
Just tracing someone else
Even being junks, even a piece of rag
In the blood pumped from its heart
There was my own anger
What was I missing?
After I asked God that
The fallen angel’s bow and arrow stopped me from talking
I knew the answer from the beginning
But I’m playing oblivious
Hugging a sword of a free gift
How many times have I been disappointed?
I just want to leave everything behind
In the end there must be nothing left
Love, spun sounds, and the name will one day decay
I wonder why?
It’s stuck in the back of my chest
A loneliness similar to the silence of a winter night
Certainly not even knowing my solitude
You were alone looking at the stars
Without paying any attention to my red eyes
You, stood next to me, were so far away
I hadn’t be able to see even dull dreams anymore
But still I kept on chasing your back
Whether I’m a fake or not.
Looking back now, there was only
Blurred memories
The irony of being a waste
I’m trying to get out of the cliché, but
“Another rehash of someone else’s work?”
Numerous stardust
Sinking and fading by eustacy
Ruthless moonlight
“Is even your identity a trick?”
“Do you want love even if you have to steal it?”
Past noon when clouds like sheep float
A nostalgic song is swaying in the wind
To remember the words
Your voice taught me
I still write them down over and over again
I’ll never be like you
Like chasing that moon
My thirsty heart remains unsatisfied
After so much time will have passed
I hope that when I will look back, I won’t look away
Just tracing someone else
Even being junks, even a piece of rag
After following the never ending dream
I’ll find my own light, all over