1999. Everywhere in the world people were restless,
high off the approaching millennium
and there you were, idolizing the crazy dude from Fight Club
played with intensity by Brad Pitt.
wearing those sunglasses with lenses tinted by sarcasm
up there, looking down on everything else.
you found an imaginary enemy
and did battle with him
even though no one would actually step in the ring with you
be it rival or just someone you didn’t like
it was still better than being alone
loneliness was your real worst enemy
We can’t go back, and we can’t go home to those foolhardy days
even if we try to hold ourselves back
You lament that, “nobody gets it, none of them.”
while telling yourself that you’re somehow special.
you jumped and danced on the hood of an illegally parked Jaguar
with jerky dance moves
making like you were some back alley hero
you crushed your wretched mood underfoot
the sound of the siren…
the night you bolted and ran off.
and now you’re reeling from the booze,
throwing up everything you put your lips to, with a hearty laugh
It’s a precious treasure twinkling in my heart
that shines so brightly that I refuse to dismiss it as the “folly of youth.”
You found the real enemy.
And now you must fight.
there will be more and more things to be afraid of
but you have to be willing to die, better yet, willing to be killed
because we’re not special any more.
so let’s find a way to survive this together, my friend.
Translated By: Boo and Takako Stewart