If i'm high
am i'm broken hearted
and dont know how this
whole thing started
somewhere right before
we all departed
before a million others
dead but started
so its hard not to see
how its all imparted
like on cold mornings
when it wont get started
or mostly cut right off
inside the heated moment
with your so much to say and
almost no hopes of atonement
like when this look
at life's, not for
those faint hearted
sometimes its like we
lost this race
long before we started
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem