this no perfect landscape
something is always missing
no matter how you try
i get a room
that air-conditioning breaks down
little inconveniences
make a bad day
you stroll in the park
the trees are dead
you take a boat
to be far away from trouble
the storm comes
unexpectedly
you promise
you shall take the plane
and you did
it crashed
tell me
where are you now?
if you only stayed in the room
you should have known
little inconveniences do not
kill
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