I wake up in the night
From perceptions in my sight
Inventions and poems to be
From universal law
To a washing machine’s flaw
De-straw-ing life in agony
Then future CPU
3-d engines won’t subdue
All my views can feel like debris
For I’m just a retard
It feels as if I work hard
At nothingness consistently
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem