Unlikely Japan.
Not possible you;
Not likely me.
I need the love that takes me out of place.
I yearn for the love that puts me in my place;
in a place I call home.
Warm, cosy and sweet home.
Love: the great eraser.
Hope: the great dream builder.
This is not new to me,
I’ve understood this before, you see.
Fundamental question:
are you listening?
The wind keeps blowing.
Uncertain reply.
Come and take me away,
take me to nowhere land.
Or I’ll depart on my own
with no direction set.
But it seems
it’s impossible Germany
and unlikely Japan.
Even though I know
it’s impossible today
and unlikely tomorrow.
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