When it leaves quietly and slowly
You whisper to yourself alright
I have lived it up already
bursted from the seams and died
Fallen down
Past out
Re woken rehashed
several times
The same adjectives come to the rescue
Emptiness, numbness, ego and pride
I have lived it up already
bursted from the seams and died
The merry-go-round
is off the ground
the child left behind
the ice-cream melts
the balloons and gun pelts
all are left inside
Clowns become jokers making you cry
remember that song still going strong
I have lived it up already
bursted from the seams and died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem