I woke up with early still dizzy and a dry taste to pay with water, and I nodded my head
a sinister dream reminder that everything eventually ends
no, it's not just chemical that makes me do these things
eventually everything except for these 'symptoms'
for the bad weather in me
and some say give in to it, though it's still unspoken
well I feel quite blue right now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem