everything has a name
except my dream-
do i even know what i want
do i even know where to start
everything has a name
except my voice-
in the shout of the great crowd
i feel unheard ang drowned
everything has a name
except my pain-
noone understands
nobody offers even a hand
everything has a name
everything is growing and becoming
everything is achieving and blooming
everything except me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nyc piece of art bro.keep on sharing