My days are out of time,
My words no longer rhyme,
My life is but a mime,
Just looking for a plan.
Have I said my final word?
Can my voice still be heard?
My life’s become absurd,
While I’m looking for a plan.
No paths I’ve left to choose,
No games for me to lose,
No offers to refuse,
Still I’m looking for a plan.
What’s in me left to give?
A reason still to live,
The gems from dregs I sieve,
As I’m looking for a plan
2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem