In this post-modern world
my dreams I cant mould
writing a story
which has already been told
It's a dying revolation
please dont copy me
It's a voice with a reason
just dying to be
So save up your memories
don't cast them away
with hope in the corner
just dying to stay.
It's a crazy situation
with dreams that are gone
stories without endings
and words without songs
It's a striving revolution
please dont study me
it's a voice without speaking
just waiting to breathe
So save up your memories
don't cast them away
with hope in the corner
just dying to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem