Look into the skies.
The dark and silent night.
Small white lights softly gleaming,
from distant stars.

Look into the skies.
The cold and luscious night.
The moon beaming down in triumph.

Into the Bright Stars,
let us both see.

Into the same moonrise,
let us watch.

Into the Bright Stars,
let us enjoy.

Enjoy the Bright Stars my friend,
For this does not happen frequently,

but as you and I are watching the stars,
but as you and I are feeling the coldness of the air,
we will be watching the same horizons,
we will feel warm being next to each other.

But for this moment,
Let us just watch.
Silently,
Side to side,
Both looking up,
at God's Nature.

As friends.
Into the Bright Stars.

When you look at me
Do you look at me as an individual
or a stereotype?

Do you think of me as an independent person with personalities?
Or must I be the same as another because of my skin?

Who am I?
Am I forced to be a patriot of my birth country?
Am I forced to act like my own "kind"?

Who am I?

What must I do to prove?

What must I do to prove myself?

I am patriotic to America.
Not Korea.
I never have and never will.
But will people see me as an American or Korean?
I have lived more than half of my life in my home state Ohio,
but am I an Ohioan?

I want to go to West Point and serve my country.
Do people see that I have no other motives than loyalty?
Or do people see me as a spy?

I want to be an US Senator.
Will I be called the first Korean Senator?

Why can't I be me.
Why can't I choose who to be loyal to?
Why am I destined?
I have loved my country.

But why?

Why?

Please answer me why?

Why do you break my heart America?
You see me as a Korean,
but I never was a Korean.

I am full One-Hundred Percent,
Toby Keith Lovin',
Terrorist Hatin',
Semper Fi Yellin',
Flag Salutin'
Till Death do us part Patriot,

But yet,
You call me a foreigner.
You call me an outsider.
You call me an outcast.

I read US History,
I memorized the Pledge of Allegiance,
I know and love my country from
Jamestown to Now.
At school I am made fun of for being more patriotic than actual citizens.

But yet,
You deny me,
You say you don't know me,
You rejected me.

Why?
I gave my life to you.

Why?
I sacrificed my world to serve you.

Why?

Why do you do this to me?

I beg you!

Please do not look at me as a Korean.
Please do not look at me as an Asian.
Please do not look at me as a Foreigner.

Look at me.

Look at me,
as a Proud American.

I came here to be part of the great Melting ***,
I came here for opportunities!
I came here!

I came here!

I am not a Korean.

I am!

A Proud American.

The Man stands up
His face covered in dirt,
but covered with pride.

Proudly He stands
independent,
but alone.

Strongly He walks
stride by stride,
but without companion.

Bravely He fights,
battle by battle,
war by war,
but without gain.

The Lone Wanderer,
Independent,
Strong,
Ready,
Steady,
Scars over scars,
but not a name to share with.

The Lone Wanderer,
he walks alone,
he doesn't need help.

The Lone Wanderer,
is he a result of success?
Or is he a result of sadness?

The Lone Wanderer
walks against the twilight,
leaving only a shadow.

Will you take him as the proud?
Or will you take him as the depressed?
Will you take him as the optimistic?
Or will you take him as a man who accepted destiny and fate.

Is He looking into the future?
Or is He looking into the past?

Is He thinking of something happy?
Or is He thinking of something He regrets?

Every man is a Lone Wanderer,
His duty to find his place in the world,

But how will others interpret him?
How will others accept him?
Or must he continue to wonder alone?

Take my life,
Take my everything.
Strip me of my rights.
But give me one thing.

Give me a paradise!

A paradise of brotherhood,
and sisterhood.

A paradise where violence does not exist,
a paradise where nobody commits a crime,
a paradise where people are not afraid to openly confess their sins.

Give me a hope.
A hope that at the end of all these troubles,
there will be peace, love, and humbleness.
Where Greed is no more.
Where men do not need guns.

Give me a city.

Give me a city,
where doors and locks are no more.
Open seats at dinner tables for brothers to join.

A quiet city,
where children run in happiness,
where a new generation lives happily,
where the old generation smiles.

A beautiful city,
where evil is no more,

Give Me Paradise.
Land of abundance.
Land of peace.
Land of brotherly and sisterly love.

Give me a land,
a land where people different by culture,
different by background,
different by skin,
different by family,
can unite as one.

Give me a land where there is no sin.
Give Me Paradise!

A person I look forward to.
From my eyes opening to my eyes closing.
Who's voice brightens.
Who's ideas breathes life.
A light.

Bright, happy, and joyful.
Active and playful.
Smart and funny.

Now, I am confused.
I am torn.
Do I stick with my morals?
Do I stick with my honor?

Or should I admit?

And torture myself?

Fear of someone else.

Jealousy of others.

Confused of my feelings.

A person I know I enjoy being with,
but not love.

A person who showed me a new world.

Yet I haven't a clue.
What must I do?

Should I ignore all these feelings and move on with life?
Or must I embrace.
Fear and Jealousy?

I wait eagerly.
7:25.
Only 5 more minutes.
7:26.
Only 4 more minutes.
7:27
Only 3 more minutes
7:28
Only 2 more minutes
7:29
Only 1 more minute
7:30
Mom!
Dad!
Wake up!