standing in a room
beating on the walls
breaking out the windows
running through the halls
living here in paradise
surviving for the day
sipping on tequila
chasing butterflies away
it’s not easy
when you’re trapped
not easy when it’s fate
it’s something that can’t wait
it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line
standing with confidence
alone or with friends
hoping they stay with you
until you make amends
sitting in your car
footing on the brake
eyes are out the window
hands are on the make
settled all alone
staring at the tube
feet are propped up
thinking about you
it’s not easy when it’s passion
not easy when it’s hate
it’s something that can’t wait
it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line
standing in a room
tearing down a wall
falling out a window
landing in it all
settling here in paradise
sitting here in void
burning in digressions
or living just all noise
circling round motions
crawling back to birth
crossing your own oceans
being here on earth
it’s not easy when it’s early
not easy when it’s late
it’s something that can’t wait
it’s a dividing line
between heaven and hell
masses are calling
and to them we tell
it’s a dividing line
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem