IT'S GETTING REAL

Remembering. There’s nothing else to do when there’s nothing new, like missing out on live music. I keep regretting… I shouldn’t have done that, I should’ve worn this hat. Where would I be now? A king or a tramp? A genie in a lamp? How would I feel now? As every word I meant or exactly as this moment? End of story: A cat caught my tongue to spit it out in a song. Since, I’ve been sorry for everything I’ve done that’s kept me hidden from the sun, especially from the magic of music performances and unforgettable music events.

But it’s only gravity. The weight of history. Now I wanna be amazed. I wanna be amazed.