As I escaped
from the demons lurking in my bedroom
paraded in the streets and parks
locked in a paradise built within my headphone
I was longing
to catch the same glimpse of campfire
as you did
when you ventured into the city
penniless and free
fierce as a stray cat
waiting in agitation
for the calling of your craft
Then your innocent daydreams
shall soar like a phoenix
your frail existence
augmented by your own imagination
You will lose it
you will use it
you will boogie
you will shatter the sycophants
you will watch the fakers crawl
across the surface of the earth
on their knees—
as you did
when you had nothing left
but defeat
You will love bravely
for what other crimes
are we allowed to commit?
You and I
are never meant to succumb
to this lie of a still life
Even as our vigour evaporates with the dying sun,
we know in our shredded heartbeats
that we are still kids—
always will be
Even tomorrow
where the foxtails
will also glow
Yunzhi Pan 