Spinning in my cube
Lights are brighter and blue
I drift off a lot
AS I feel I have had enough
Of this crazy Lithium world
Where everything is curled
up at the edges
and my unknown pledges
This is my worst poem ever
Because I have a feather
inside my head!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just hang in there Tyler Old man, and we will say a prayer for you, Ok...dave