What’s this all again, in my head?
Just rolling around in bed.
Can’t sleep, because sinking too deep.
Wondering about everything and nothing.
How’s this true, my life,
could I have a wife,
a couple of kinds running around?
What’s that sound?
I’m not an optimist nor pessimist,
but I can’t seem to find anything in this world that I would miss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem