all the days i awake
seem to be all the same
the disappointment people can make
not a single day to claim
going nowhere
that what takes the most
and it seems so unfair
when you are only a ghost
everything seems to change
tossed out to the cold
and I'm still so strange
its getting very old
so i go to sleep
into the dreams of the deep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem