I heard a rumor going on, but I know it's just a lie
It's obvious in your neural tree, the beam in your left eye
Is it really worth it? To stoop down very low?
Why not try to fix yourself? Why not give it a go?
Make your owl commence three-sixty and zoom in on the plate
Where fowl and fish communicate trough a rough debate.
Listen to the fish for once, those birds have had enough.
And maybe your reconfiguration would not go too rough.
Don't cry if not all goes well, there's something you can do.
Remember that all our memories are easy to undo.
You may not recollect your time to use it up again,
But essence can and essence will, if you would be a friend.
Grab the anvils and the anchors, tie them to your feet
So you could fly high in the air and see that you're complete.
Ducks may no longer see you as the blue of everyone
But you will be the atmosphere where plenty is the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an interesting poem! Well done!