Staring straight over top of my white knuckles now
A surreal movie scene in my head round and round
Just a flick of my wrist and my car would go reeling
Straight into a tree trunk so that’s how I’m dealing
With the constant onslaught of the bullsh*t each day
Makes a sane person imagine for a moment and pray
With a small simple gesture all the lights would go black
Flawless plan except the fact that there’s no coming back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well visually illustrated! ! hope you are good.