Am I yet callow?
I often wonder when I'll
return home with the sparrows,
back to where the red barrow
drinks of the rainfall.
Am I yet callow?
Will I turn back if harrowed
by what I find real,
return home with the sparrows?
The streets of Seoul: too narrow
for what I might feel --
am I yet callow?
Far too many lie fallow,
gyopos who will
(not) return home with the sparrows.
Once the waters dry, I'll know
it then, the deal.
Am I yet callow?
Return home with the sparrows.
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