Mustered up all the courage,
I've unlocked the door,
I don't know what's behind that,
Even if I open it,
Would I be able to step outside the door?
Or the concern of this unknown new world and self-doubt,
End up killing my curiosity?
What's making me scared, will it turn out real or is it just an illusion?
I've opposed many to get here,
Will I be able to answer them?
Many questions are making my heart sore,
Would I  be able to step outside the door?

I don't know what I am these days...
I lay in the dark room these evenings...
Trying to understand...
If it's the rain outside...
or the sound of my dream...?
But I know one thing...
I saw last night in the mirror...
There is a mask I wear...
There is a secret I hide....
But for how long?
For how long...will they stay in a mirage?
Will they care, once they know about it?
I don't know....
Or will I become a genius at hiding?
And this secret will burn away with me...
These days I tell myself...
That may be I am not an ocean
but a puddle on the street...
I am in a maze...trying to find
the purpose of this life...
It is annoying...
Why can't I go with the flow?
Why are these thoughts questioning everything?
These days I am living more through the dreams
Like walking around that empty library...
with wooden tables and shelves...
And listening to that unknown Korean song...
Hearing voices and not moving
as I sleep in the dream...
It has been weird lately...

Is there a meaning behind everything?
Or am I just squandered?

a true friend knows when you fake your smile
stick together even when you distanced for mile
fights are common but the fashion of bond would never go out of style
creates a world , creates a family
but never ever hostile..