I know who I am
I did what I did because I had to do
Like a bee
With a lot more presumption perhaps
Thinking I am free
To do and to run all the tracks
In front of me
Back and forwards a robot
who knows the plot
always with a sort of fire under my bum
eager to run
and now the steam gone I am
left a marathon man
puffing and snorting
collecting nothing
out of a dripping pan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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