Today is
Blah.
Same pain, same stuffy head, same shallow people.
Blah.
Can't I get back to what I had?
Come dig me out of this pit of
Blah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And probably little hope for tomorrow too...a shovel is on the way if you promise to return the favoer someday! -Rick