D-DAY
Approached by a bright April summer noon
Beaming sunlight and blooming gorgeous flowers
The crowd sounds comforting in a way
Hate with the continuous walks
Out during lunch, that perfect spot
Out during lunch, that perfect spot
Gotta be careful not to get burns
It’s hard to play games with that index
Occupied, the reserved seat, OCCUPIED
Leaving when it came suddenly
Just war shocks and bombs both your eyes
Fine debris you can’t protect yourself from
Cannot help but cry it out in silence or out loud
You can try closing your eyes, it’s still there
You can try taking it out, can’t take it
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You just must wait until it feels ok
Kind of regretting it now
Going to that supposed “perfect spot”
The effort to go there was given for what?
Seat was taken, eyes are hurt, hungry
Tried to do it the right way
Reserving a place for yourself
Go there as per schedule
Sadly, came back at the house hungrier
Summer’s heat’s supposed to be a booster
Against the upcoming chaos of the cold
Instead, you’re in a quiet place
Cooking instant noodles for the nth time
The heat of the summer’s getting inside
Really bummed, really looking forward to it
That next time is so far away for now
Gotta endure these hurt eyes and burns from eating noodles too fast
