I don't know what my name is. how can I be famous?
i'm brainless and I lose something the minute I gain it.
If the picture is lost, how can I repaint it
when I don't have a thought that's even half-way creative?
i'm going places, that's what people say
I think they're wasted, am I the only one who thinks this way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem