Come to your senses,
Come yield your touch
Come talk, come listen, come see
Life has a taste,
you surely will miss
Lest you come to your senses like me.
Come to your senses, that's what they say
I'm not really sure what they mean
Do I lie, do I act,
Are things real or a fact
Does the truth lay somewhere between.
Come to your senses, be just like the rest
Well now I'm beginning to see
Life does have a taste sound and a touch
You just don't see it like me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem