how do i put into words what i know is wrong?
how can anybody in the world ever sum all this up in any song
i could talk for a hundred years
but it would say only half as much as a sad note to deaf ears
what must i believe when i do not trust even my own letters
what more must i relinquish to my betters?
if i cannot trust you then i can trust no-one
and if that is so all my life's meaning is gone
i make no sense
and i sit on the fence
and everything that i feel cant be right
because i really really don't want to fight
but now i shall destroy this pile of lines
that are as meaningless as church hymes
that are as true as liers
before they evoke endless fires
this cant be real
is this jealousy i feel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem