2`Oclock in the morning, another cigarette
I am looking for something to eat I have already ate.
I have done a lot of thinking lately that I would like to forget.
I`m using my pen to empty my mind
I`m looking for a distraction until there is something else I can find.
I look back at my youth like a ghost passing through,
I look for the truth, searching for clues
Disturbed by the traffic and the sounds of the night,
I gaze through my blinds at the stars shining bright.
Gerard Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem