In reaction to: Up In The Air
It's his problem and it's mine.
thousands of places to go
and so little time
there's the matter of fact,
and it comes right down to it everytime...
with anywhere to go but nowhere to go...
where do you go?
with the whole world waiting at your feet
you pick and choose ordinarily
but of course, this situation is out
of the ordinary.
so you hop back on a plane or a bus or a train or a car
and you go back to doing
exactly what you've always done
no matter what it is.
And you realize it's not healthy, it's not progressive
and you're only sinking deeper,
but the problem in the end
is the same as the start
you've got anywhere to go
and nowhere to go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem