I saw the horizon
A concrete road over the waters of my sin
Contemplating whether to wait
Or whether to begin
If you think you've got it made
You had better think again
It's better to congregate
Than to alone pretend
That everything is fine
And you can hold it all within
Because they are not your enemy
And I am not your friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem