What’s this all again,
in my head?
Just rolling around in bed.
Can’t sleep,
because I would sink too deep.
Wondering about everything, and nothing.
How’s this true, my life?
Could I have a wife,
a couple of kinds running around?
What’s that sound!
I’m not an optimist nor pessimist,
but I can’t seem to find anything in this world that I would miss!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem