SLoWMoTIoN

slowly changing, taking my time

buying a bento at the convenience store
back in my room, watching TV
knowing the answers to the quiz
continuing to dream and answer with a blank stare

feeling feverish, taking my meds
buried in my comforter, eyes closed
your innocent face comes to mind
while I’m still wishing I don’t want to die yet

teenagers with smug faces, caught up
people in their twenties realizing their shame
those in their thirties knowing the truth
all of them are just the same

sweating, putting on my pajamas
the clock strikes midnight
this song is just a minute and a bit
when were you born again?

slowly from youth to old age
in a condition that’s hard to describe
wanting to deliver just one love, no matter what

communication is too much, it’s a mess
overthinking leads to a headache
it’s not rare to have a lot of shame
it’s all good, you know

depending on your taste, I’ll adjust
knowing how to give you business
with time slipping away, this moment
mixing with the late night

my throat hurts, I’m drinking water
taking deep breaths, thinking again
sneezing, wishing for peace
when I sneeze, it blows away my worries

once, I was a person who could laugh innocently
even if I stumbled, I held back my tears
slowly, I’m becoming worn out
and the same person with wrinkles

taking off the warm, wet sheet
it’s still the time of the night
this song has a bit left
how many years do you have left?

graduating from school, from entrance to exit
fighting over trivial things
besides what you can’t forget, everything else is fine

imagination gets stimulated, it’s a mess
in a dull, blurry state of mind
even a weird face can be cool, but it’s all just a facade
that’s how it is

wandering around, lost in thought
in a place where I can’t remember anything

even if I put myself into the experience
sneezing is just ridiculous
sneezing, sneezing, the flute of a flower
as the night breaks into dawn

slowly, morning comes, feeling feverish
in a blue sky of condition improvement
reflecting on things, getting in the mood, eating leisurely

slowly, even idols age
getting crowded, becoming bones
the time of birth and the time of death slowly connect, it’s a mystery

to meet good people at the convenience store
what kind of questions do good people ask?
having a lot of shame isn’t a big deal, it’s just how it is
it’s not rare to be easily charmed
it’s all good, you know.