Life is a strange thing. I am glad that I can sometimes stay inside and focus on things that I care about.
I want to become a poet.
Write my own book with poems.
Bring joy and tears to people. That is who I want to be.
But I am a drummer, pianist and wine-drinking japanese man.
I am no poet.
Forgotten in September
I sit in my window, high above ground
Listening to the wind shifting by
Leave me alone, I complain to the world
But I have no one to hear me say those words
Because I am alone
They were hunting me down with weapons and words
I knew I had to hide to survive
But to me, hiding is but for cowards
So I decided to fight for my pride
I need to protect all that I have left, it's my duty
Because I am alone
Who said that? Who did that?
An empty apartment, nobody's there
Except me and my wind from the autumn outside
Maybe I am not a remarkable man
But I know that I need time alone
I need to clear my head for once
Because
I am forgotten in September
