sometimes i remember
that i’m in my twenties
and it feels like i’m almost
running out of time
even when people
tell me there’s plenty
and it’s tiring
being in a world
that only goes in fast forward

so most of the time
i’m lying down here
wishing I was a weeping willow
hanging over a swan pond
and be at peace

i'm not afraid
of becoming older
i don't care
about my hair greying
or my skin getting looser

i'm afraid of sitting
at the kitchen table
staring at the same backyard
the same trees
the same flowers
every single day
while thinking

i wish i had done it

i’m dreaming of watching
sunsets with you
in front of an orange sky
along with cherry hues
seagulls crying
and boats quietly
passing by
feet in the sand
this is the promised land

i watched him walking
among the stars
with his head down
when he found a cosmos
of a girl he used to know
while particles of stardust
landed upon his head
his universe expanded
in an ocean of emptiness
the melancholy he felt
washed away
his constellations
connected
when a sudden voice
told him to look up

he tilted his head
and he found the sun

you are a stranger
and i am gloomy moonlight
we have met prior