Just Before Palindrome (2001)
They asked me when was I born
I sighed at first, and then mumbled ‘it was 2001’
unlike the generation after the new numbers
The “zero one” kids breath the joyless breaths
They have their names given for old promises
Ralph, John, and Casey
The generation before that receives nothing but a glimpse of hope
For raising their kids, the dreamers, not for raising unexpected relishes of old memories, dressed with madness, with a forlorn background
Haunting them at night.
Their parents would always advise to live their lives right and do right. But how could one do right when one does not live in the right place nor the right time, around the right people?
Just before palindrome, everything seemed aligned. Or nice, or at least decent
Now what’s left are just imaginings of good times that never was and never will be
Some things are too unprecedented, or the people to which a tragedy happens are just too deluded to know what’s coming: Is it a sin to enjoy and live one’s life and then paying it later on? Two people face each other
And they spit different kinds of spits. Their clothes different colors
Their soul less joyful
: Because they were born just before palindrome
wishes attached to go out of the places that are too familiar, it became a cage
A song for an underdog’s story
They are served with sprinkling hopes and opportunities
While we ask ourselves, which kind of lies about us do we want to believe?
Cruel brothers or sisters, because apparently, they thought we’re having it better than them
We have to suffer more than them
the only way is the suffering way
