this is about not doing what we are supposed to do,
or not really liking to do it, we promise it done the next hour
the next hour dies, another hour lives, such is the swing of time
and moods, in between these promises to change, lies the burger
and the coke, and the wish to be put somewhere else, far and
far away, at night as you lay in bed unable to sleep with all the
guilt feelings of an unfinished task, you wish you were dead,
you wish that tomorrow never comes, for what have you? you still
have the things that you do not want to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem