Just meet me out there

There’s a new song ringing—

A new melody in my mind.

It keeps on madly playing

“Out there,” it sings,

“Just meet me out there.”

Yesterday’s door is closing;

Just need to enter tomorrow.

I hear someone calling,

“Out there,” it knocks,

“Just meet me out there.”

Autumn leaves is on the ground,

Covering newly-sprouted plants.

Wind rushes, it can’t be bound.

“Out there,” it howls,

“Just meet me out there.”

I pout myself on the plane—

on two roads, on two boxes.

If the feeling is the same,

“Out there,” they tease,

“Meet me out there.”