When my circuit shuts down
Today I don't feel as if I'm living life;
Life is living me.
There's no weight within my chest it seems
Happiness just doesn't interest me
Today is a dull sweeping
And the dust lies everywhere
I'm another crack in a weathered road;
Friction of racing rubber meets me unaware
My shadow that weavers in the wind
Appears more alive than I
A day on vacation in my mind
On autopilot: no-one seems nearby...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem