I've got a fugitive mindset
No time to rest, no time to mind
Cause I've got dogs on my heels and they won't stop in this life
Faster still, as the years drag on and I won't be able to outrun them long
But that's ok
Because a life of running wears a body to the bone
So you can scatter my pieces, spread some salt in the ground
Make sure that this spirit stays down for the count
No more restless possession for me
And don't mark them
Leave that whiskey grove lay
Don't let my name rouse the winds here
anymore
Better that it fade away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You need to be strong enough to face people and despair. Not all lives tend to be sad. Keep up