Two-Two-Three
That year, In Tainan, I took a cab to the night market, On the road, The driver kept driving in circles, The music keeps looping “Life’s a Struggle”, Not wanting to think, just staring out the window, Getting off the bus, Every late night, I learn the next song.
That year, Just about to hit thirty, I really love “Twenty-Two”,
When dreams beckon to me once again,
