Nowhere
Everybody wants to make some money
To me it seems so funny
They are paying their time thru their noses
All are subject to vague market forces
Let me be
I don’t want to be pushed to the edge
I just want to roll along
Till I reach
Nowhere………….
You say I’m my own victim, but
All I want to do is
Stick to my rhythm
May be even love comes at a price…
But I use it to forget my own vice
Let me be
I’m not like them
And I don’t
Want to pretend
I just want to roll along till I reach
Nowhere….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem