Pull that parking break
near to you
I want my mind to drift
drift as fast as the clouds run past the sun
Those clouds
make all kind of shapes
letting your imagination wander
wander to what needs thought
Caught up with
the pace
you forget to think
think about what and why
Too busy
to even give a care
about what is now
now and what will be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem