War
It's the hustle and bustle of roads.
That makes me feel like things are moving.
Moving for me, like these cars.
Swaying like a turmoil.
This continuous Uzumaki of things
Perhaps I want to be like the eye of the cyclone.
Calm and stable at one place.
But this head still twitches.
It's been so long, my mind has felt it.
What am I feeling?
Things that are familiar to me
Now feels like a stranger to me.
Can you feel how I am feeling?
Can I get others to understand things my way?
Perhaps one day, I'll reach the end.
Where I am content with myself and things go my way.
Maybe one day, I'll be loyal to myself and have that perspective of myself.
Maybe one day, this will all cease.
That makes me feel like things are moving.
Moving for me, like these cars.
Swaying like a turmoil.
This continuous Uzumaki of things
Perhaps I want to be like the eye of the cyclone.
Calm and stable at one place.
But this head still twitches.
It's been so long, my mind has felt it.
What am I feeling?
Things that are familiar to me
Now feels like a stranger to me.
Can you feel how I am feeling?
Can I get others to understand things my way?
Perhaps one day, I'll reach the end.
Where I am content with myself and things go my way.
Maybe one day, I'll be loyal to myself and have that perspective of myself.
Maybe one day, this will all cease.
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