To live is conning
to breathe is conning
I stole my life
and ran
I stole myself
and I'm running breathless now
I'm chased
I'm wanted
I'm running
I'm running
future and past
day and night
air and wind
people and memory
are coming after me
I stole my life
and ran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm chased I'm wanted I'm running I'm running future and past day and night.......memory and people are running after me........ run, run, a very nice poem informing us and making us aware of all that is happening in our lives. thank u dear poet. tony