how do i tell you, how it feels...

to be a stigma on crystal purity,

a speck on the face of cosmos,

or a giggle in arms of maturity?

a window on a vivid skyscraper

lucent among several windows

all the more scintillatin' at night

lost above a city as traffic slows?

a stain on a chalk white t-shirt,

a sharp crack on a phone screen,

a blot of ink on a journal page,

or a torn up cover of a magazine?

how it feels to be lost amidst it

the allurin' vibe of Seoul at night

that reduces you to this tiny dot

which is invisible in all the light?

how do i tell you, how it feels...

to be a laughter at sad funerals,

an outcast in a cosmopolitan city,

or a decimal in all the numerals?

to know that they don't know you

'cause people like you are so few!

but they forget if a decimal moves

..it changes every numerical value