it is your music that makes me alive
at daytime i listen
it is my lust that makes me wander
at night sleep becomes a stranger
lust does not do the talking
it takes you to places that you know you shall regret
it is your music that makes me reflect
about what i should not have done
i am an island torn between two surges of the water
on one tip there is the day on the other there is the night
somehow thinking about these makes me a paper where writings
have become so illegible
how can i read myself with my own eyes?
how can i walk without my own feet now?
i just want to go away and find a place where light is always light
where darkness like sleep becomes another stranger to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem