I'm on a different ground
I'm finally free
But I'm an alien
Pretty much naive
Brighter sky, blinding streets
There's more to discover, to seek
This ain't my place, better be safe
More pockets to burn, crazy broke Asian
I know my place
Never will I change myself
Ain't spoon-fed, independent boy
This is the life, I am my own manager
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REALITY
PoetryU N R E Q U I T E D H O P E L E S S L O V E S A D L I F E H A P P Y R E A L I T Y C O N F L I C T H E A R T B R O K E N If life is all rosy, then you're dead wrong. This is me in a new world, on a different ground, vulnerable as I'm not home anymore...
