Blooming Youth
Today of all days, the rim looks far away.On the court, I breathe a deep sighA boy who’s terrified of realityWhen he throws the ballIt’ll only become his heartThrowing the ball aloneThe one I throw at the rim
Countless worries and life’s causes of worryI pretend to know the world butMy body is still not fully cookedShoot, the court is my playgroundFollow my gesture, next to my feetA small ball bouncedMy grades are on sweeping on the floor butI’d rather do thisSaying everything in the world will work outShouting uselesslyBut the world actually gives me horrorIf it’s that way, stopThe thoughts that fill my headInstead of the ball, I throw my futureThe horoscope that others paintDisqualified from the criteria of successThanks to you the worries spread like cancergod damn itThe ball that was tossed out and the smiles that spread togetherThis breath that floods up to my chinThe wiggling dreamsThe dribble that quickens, a heart that becomes happierI think this moment will be eternityBut the night which came from the sunsetIf it comes again then this reality becomes a bit worn awayIf I come to my senses again I become more terrifiedI get terrified again at my own imageThe sense of reality that loomsOthers have ran ahead of me butWhy am I still hereBreathe breatheOr dream a dreamMy heartbeat has stopped nowPaddle againLiving while ignoring being caught up in the weak double standards of othersand like the sun set on the court,the sun will set on your lifeWhat am i doin’ with my lifeThis momentIt will never come againIt won’t come to me againAm I happy right now?That answer is already fixed,I’m happy