I don't know who to turn to
Everyone is dressed in blue
Choking
Croaking
I hate these feelings
Working with these dealings
My feet are in front of me
They don't know where to go
They can never agree
I fight for my way out of this confusion
Stuck in this allusion
Where do we go from here?
We have so much fear
Only in this confusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and compelling read.