some times i walk far and it turns out to be a corner
that came too fast and life flies by as I look through
the binoculars that made it sharp as it cuts me through
the heart of life.
standing so far seeing the red light that was once traffic
control stranded on the last second of it as the speed of
the beat passes you bye and stuck under the warm cold
umbrella showering you with the heat of a cold shower.
stop me from far see me from the stars above so hard
shinging to the point of no return to the wings or soar
pain rushing through the heights of dunking a flamboyant
slimming of the millisecond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem