Oh little nostalgic catterpillar
with your timid tongue
you wonder why the world has lost its magic
and you're left with this impervious fate
So children, steal hope at a store near you. Because when you grow up your only solace will kill you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you seem pretty jaded; i like it.. don't let it spoil you, however. this was poignant. rock on SusxGLx