When your feet crawl up the wall
you feel your falling off the road
and your mind is set on fire
your eyes water from desire
as they try to spot a glimpse
and your diplomats conspire
as they dropp thier subtle hints
When your hair is to attention
but your shoes have gone astray
and your looking to prevent
on every count of every day
and the thunder goes a running
theres a thump and little pout
so what little time is left
and what is frail and what is doubt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an amazing piece Joey...the imagery you have used is perfect....10+++