The view from the wall,
Makes me recall
The thing that I always forget.
It's not that I'm not enjoying your song,
It's just that it's clear that I don't belong.
And the night I will clearly regret.
You can only drive out so many times,
Before you can't help but face reality.
This is not where I'm meant to be.
Sept.23,2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem