I lay in my be
I wander about things
I've wandered a million times before
It’s always the same,
It’s always different.
I keep on repeating the same words
Over and over again
Waiting...
Maybe this time is different
Maybe I’ll understand something
I didn't understand before.
I close my eyes
Hoping to see nothing but darkness
But it’s always the same confusion
Of colours and fading images,
That I don’t want to see anymore!
I keep on repeating these words
And seeing these colours
But I’m still in my bed
With my head upside down...
an excellent version of wadering. alone in bed ans=d just letting ones mind go,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I close my eyes Hoping to see nothing but darkness But it’s always the same confusion Of colours and fading images, That I don’t want to see anymore! colours and fading images very fine poem. tony