ever walk that place
where
there's no words left
every thing's there
but
it feels like theft
ever crossed a line
or
broken the tape
not as a winner
and
not for escape
just for the knowledge
just
for the show
for checking out
things
you already know
convinced by a need
called
by some pain
to balance the scales
of
loss and of gain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem