'What is wrong with you? ', that little voice says.
And I say what is not?
A once upon a time habit totally forgot.
If it could only be that easy.
A summer time breeze in midst the coldest winter in years.
And about those years yet to come.
It's better to just run and run.
Never stop, never look back never ever try to fix what isn't broke.
Like memories of a poorly done really, really bad joke.
Just another waste through a straw sipping a very stale coke.
Come on cough it up, and becareful not to choke.
After all some do not even have that gag reflex.
Stop questioning whether it's just another defect.
It's an imperfect world so you should fit on in.
Just squeeze, bend, and slide right through.
Don't worry about that glue I stuck on you, after all it's for your benefit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem