If a choice,
I would rather
sit at the back
and make
silent noises.
It is in me....
Oh yes!
Lumps of it,
invention,
experimental.
My brain
is capable
of racing
like bricked
Camels.
But for now....
forgive me,
leave me be....
just pretend
that I’m not here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem