Every time i step out of window
i feel lost; missing something
it could be i stop reading news
maybe music that constantly so
so amusing to my fading hearing
most of all those beautiful pics
i need rest too just like you
am still working person to cope
with daily living buying dreams
who started these trend love that
work hard then buy what you want
remaining another part of equation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem