It Meant Nothing to Me
I liked to lie down on my sofa
And let myself nothing to do.
I felt the difference when I took action
But I didn't want to.
It meant nothing to me
If I didn't do a thing.
I was going to sit on my sofa no matter what
With millions of minutes going by.
It meant nothing to me
That I had so much to do.
I thought I would find time to do it.
I sat and thought, it meant nothing to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wish I could say this.... nice poem