the arrival
Yan Qing
I've got friends here in Toronto who wanna move away
They all say it with a sparkle: Maybe the UK
But I've got friends out there in London who say the very same
Say they wanna live abroad where it isn't wet and gray
I've got friends out in the city who work away like slaves
'Cause the floor is made of marble and it's a reputable name
And they look upon the dreamers, romanticize the chase
But I know a couple dreamers, and they all wish they got paid
I've got friends who've never dated and wanna be in love
They're on every application, tryna find the one
But the couples back from high school have just now broken up
Said they want the space to grow, learn to be alone for once
And I used to be so tiny, I'd beg for me to grow
Now I'm well into my twenties, and I'm far away from home
Somehow, I think I got smaller the more that I have grown
I got everything I wanted, but I'm still left wanting more
Seems like we're all just contradictions, in affliction over
All of our small decisions that we've made up till now
We're always wondering how things could've been different if we chose a different route
And everyone is placing bets on these different destinations, thinking
Once they get to these place, then they'll figure it out
But I'm left wondering now if we'll ever arrive
Or if they can be found?
Now it's almost graduation, I don't know what to do
I don't wanna face the world, but I am also sick of school
I don't wanna be employed, but I don't wanna be poor
I want routine that is stable, but I'm always craving more
But I look upon my mother who tells us that we're fine
And my tired looking father, and my brother's fragile mind
And I come to a conclusion, that it's not a place or time
It's in every conversation that I hold with them
That I know I've arrived