I should be writing this down
but I'm afraid that I soon might forget
after already constructing a purpose
the action must be acted
very thought provoked
I could make a big success
if I were to get passed the clumsy mess
of road blocks and melting clocks slowly turning away
So many ideas waiting to be unleashed
but stoned mind doesn't move very well
not unless the tide growls from the belly
Well this piece of paper isn't really blank at all
just a blurry life in motion with lines you catch on the wall
one tries to follow, but will only find
they're chasing themselves
in the blink of an eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem