I would love to sit in a seat
In a train to Busan.
I'd have my ear buds in
And music playing in my ear,
And when Magic Shop plays
My beating heart would calm.
I'll have a pen in my hand
And a paper on my lap,
Just writing my heart out
As I ride on that train.
I'll see a mother, her child too
I'll smile at them because they're rather cute.
I'd then start dreaming
As the trees run by.
A window is but a door
A door to an outside dimension.
I'll dream I'm asleep,
alone on the train.
My feet on its soil,
My hands in the air,
My smile spilling
My soul out there.
I'll dream I'm alone
Except me and the train
The pen and paper
Will soon call me again.
I'll sit in a chair, on a train to Busan.
However long that dream takes
It will happen, I guarantee.
This dream is too small
To not happen to me.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 2:43 AM UTC
I would love to sit in a seat
In a train to Busan.
I'd have my ear buds in
And music playing in my ear,
And when Magic Shop plays
My beating heart would calm.
I'll have a pen in my hand
And a paper on my lap,
Just writing my heart out
As I ride on that train.
I'll see a mother, her child too
I'll smile at them because they're rather cute.
I'd then start dreaming
As the trees run by.
A window is but a door
A door to an outside dimension.
I'll dream I'm asleep,
alone on the train.
My feet on its soil,
My hands in the air,
My smile spilling
My soul out there.
I'll dream I'm alone
Except me and the train
The pen and paper
Will soon call me again.
I'll sit in a chair, on a train to Busan.
However long that dream takes
It will happen, I guarantee.
This dream is too small
To not happen to me.
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