A single spark can burn the whole palace.
This evening is burning, I say.
When I hear the songs from the past,
The pain from the past wakes my nostalgia.

I suppose everything’s in its right place like radiohead said.
But I think they overlooked me.
I murmured ‘coz I’m in pain.
I yelled in the field s i l e n t l y.

I hope you all forgave me for what I am.
I’m stubborn, lonely and weird.
I am kind of primitive when I’m in agony.

Alone I say these words to nobody.
Nobody including you.