When you're live in a void
Holding your breath for stuff
When things get so cold,
and suddenly burn you alive
than there is one thing I recommend to you
Into outer space
my suggestion to you
Same conditions as here
But at least you get away
Into outer space
Earth is so old fashioned
Just same kind of thing
every century
Technologic flames and sulfur
Degression of human kind
It's not progression, if we stay the same
Everybody is trying so hard
Though everybody dies someday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The real and full truth of how it really is, I could not have said it any better. Loved it. Read my poems too, like the one and the child, and my others I think you would like just by your profile name.