Not everyone with common sense,
Can prove it to use.
Minds too occupied,
With thoughtlessness to keep it.
Not everyone with common sense,
Can prove it to use.
Minds too occupied,
With thoughtlessness to keep it.
Exhausted is the process.
One's thoughts have been accosted.
Minds too occupied,
With thoughtlessness to keep it.
Not everyone with common sense,
Can prove it to use.
Minds too occupied,
With thoughtlessness to keep it.
And gone,
Is a common sense that people once knew...
What the purpose for it was and how to use it too,
Since minds are turned off.
As if they've lost a fuse.
And gone,
Is a common sense that people once knew...
What the purpose for it was and how to use it too,
Since minds today are turned off.
As if they've lost a fuse.
Not everyone with common sense,
Can prove it to use.
Minds too occupied,
With thoughtlessness to keep it.
And gone,
Is a common sense that people knew,
Since minds today are turned off.
With no connecting fuse.
Accosted is the process.
And lost is common sense.
The ones who had it tossed it,
To never have again.
Since too many offended,
By a thinking that is used.
Oh,
Exhausted is the process.
And lost is common sense,
Since too many are offended...
By a thinking.thought as 'sin'.
Oh,
Accosted and exhausted,
Since a common sense offends.
And with it in a mind to use too many find abusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem