I disappeared among the crowds
And found myself in shattered grounds
I hailed a thought unfamiliar to me
Then failed a feeling that inspired me
And that's why, that's why
I'm going to write graffiti
I'm going to write a story
About how the world feels to me
I never thought about the ones
Who had started this trend
But now it's just begun
The inventible end
And I'm going to write graffiti
About how we see ourselves
Perfectly grown adults
With immature eyes
Fighting off the traffic jams
Born in a generation of speed
Children dead before their time
And others living on the street
Driven by these fake ideals
Born in a generation of magazines
All has fallen in desperate measure
I lost my humor to irony
And that's why, that's why
I'm going to write graffiti
I'm going to write a story
About how the world feels to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem