I'm not alive today
relegated to a level below
that of the undead
sitting at my desk, unable
to process a single text -
a rampant virus prevents
opening any document
Deeply perturbed by this
seemingly supernatural event
I read counsellingforyourself
indicating we are electrical
circuit boards with several
minds - I know this is true,
sometimes I get up as a
totally different person,
and the mirror shows me
a strange face also
How I wish I could change
mental stations and become
someone else entirely!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Know the feeling lol every day seems the same, almost feel like a robot at times, like the way you've written this, humorous and insightful, thanx for sharing.