All these layers they feel so thick
covering me head and covering my....
layer upon layer we hide the self
might as well stay in,
and stay on the shelf
Discover the hidden
** JOY
that we truly are
Drive around naked
in your vintage car
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not in the Winter, please, That might provoke a nasty, SNEEZE!