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Out there across the world
There's beauty past your imagination
So much to discover
I want the tranquility
Somehow, someway
Vietnamese country side soothes me

No phone, a washed up relic
Drowned earlier on the trip
Mother was insistent on selling it

I said no
This is my device that shows my truth
A testament to my life
I was forced to before the sleuth

As is Above
It is Below

Hidden feelings began to fester
They began to grow

It was hard to hide my distaste
My mind wandered at times
To a silly Internet race
My mind took (almost) every sign

But looking out below
What called me so often
So thankful, balcony access
I'd sit out, cough, then

Maybe sleuth
Maybe write
But instead, I'd listen
I'd sit tight 

And return as the sleuth

Through all this patience
Writing and recollecting
For all the subconscious beliefs
I was forced to stay detecting

My own music washed up
Thankfully a brand new phone
Thankfully a sleepy girl 
Thankfully a new device left home

Now I'm here
Akward and queer
But I left here to be near
The Vietnamese family of one of my "peers"

Let's not get into that, shall we?
It takes me to times of old
I look forward now
I stand straight, I stand proud
I stand bold

If I put this right
I could sleep
Feel fulfilled

If I put this right
I know it was real
Perhaps some mistakes
Left to explore

But as I walked up and down
The dark corridors
Of a dark, boutique hotel
Downtown Hanoi, Vietnam
Rain drenching the seats on our floor
So up the stairs I went
A very empty building

The upper levels were a bore
So up again
Walking was a chore
And then I sat

I'd been on the rooftop
Garden of wonderous sights

At the Dai Lai Flamgino
A Monday, even more before
I had the time of my life
There was an impeccable view
You weren't with me

But a real one woulda knew
Woulda knew to get some Brewskeis
Let's chug a beer
Knew it would be fire
Get the whole family up here!

A Vietnamese sunrise isn't something to waste
But they stayed inside and chilled
Because I smashed in my face
It's ok, I'm fine
I got tipsy off of beer, not wine

(After not before)
(THAT would be a chore)

Those people are chill
I love them so much
Now that I'm back
I'll be learning Vietnamese and such

Let's see these next years
I believe them to be fair
I'm probably a rebel
But nothing against squares

I used to be angry
Against vulnerable energy
Filled with rage
Now I sit quietly
Release all that passionate hate >:)
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