Longing
Vast sky Empty sky I walk along Under the empty sky My empty heart
Longing for the dirt roads I used to walk along By the dirt roads Are dirty dirts and fertile soil Germs, crops and flowers Germinated from the dirty and fertile soil I walked along the dirt roads Dreams Germinated from my fertile mind
Clean house
Sterile house I live alone In a sterile house My sterile mind Longing for the crowded dorm I used to live in
In the crowded dorm Our bodies, our ideas Bumped against each other Stimulated each other How many nights We kept talking, talking About our dreams
We dreamed about big houses With happy crowds We dreamed about piano Music filling the air We dream about skates Skating freely and effortlessly
Big house is standing here. But it is empty Piano is sitting here. But no hand is touching it Skates are piling up But no feet are fitting them in
How I wish To turn away from the paved streets Empty, clean and sterile How I long To return to the dirt roads Crowded, dirty and fertile
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