I need to stop
writing and singing.
I need to get a life.
Since we are now
forbidden to do
such foolish things,
I must find interest
in something else.
I am trying so hard
to forget of my past
and the wonderful
memories I made.
I let my brain
rot in front
of a box
of misdemeanor.
But even that
leads me
to write a song
of how I am
wasting my time
by living this life
of innocence.
All that time
spent thinking
of what to do next
wasted once again.
Now I must go
if I don't want to
be in any more trouble
than I have
already gotten
myself into.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem