Trains of thought are up to you
stay on track or bid adieu to
making claims you can't keep.
You'll keep step and keep time,
or fall asleep at the wheel.
When the rubber meets the road
we all conform one way or another
find a way to make a livin',
not become burden to others.
Dreams are for those
who don't grasp reality;
time is tickin' away for you too
do you listen or bid adieu?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem