Recognition
2011
Its the twentyfifth, attending the train station
Eureka– I approached to my idol
“Good” was yesterdays presentation
I was “naive” but not idle
Ive met my master,
Redfaced Ive found my home
today he asked for my disaster
of leaving all ways to Rome
Hes the key person, Im free
this year is my fortune
Ill just study and try to see
what comes after the"drop the curtain”
Despite the depth of my will
I am still afraid and unaware
but Mars guides me to my skill
of being his disciple and care
The soundtrack of my life
is the words that he speaks
the knowledge of the truth
is what drives tears down my cheeks
“But she will make it!”
he guarded me from the brazen Korean
I sink into this eye-contact
astonished like in a word museum
Fortune brought both of us here
I have 2 years left for impressions
I knew Id have a dark beer
and finally scratch his fair attention
Well see what we can do
for your Celtic flavour
Doctor Father this is true
I did myself a favor
To wait those minutes
for a shy conversation
its half eight but my day is finished
by his taciturn appreciation
