From inside my mind
there was none to find
Cause all that have seen
is the craziness for all that its been
No one can understand
the difficulty it is to make a stand
When every voice inside
is arguing about which next ride.
I am trapped in between,
listening to all of them wine
This one says 'I agree'
that one said 'where are we? '
Some sit in the corner laughing,
while another just simply hanging
None is together and can't agree
about which one will go free
The one is scattering for lost files
and the other is trying to walk miles.
Inside is not the place to be
for inside you won't find me
But only the five crazies
that think they should've been daisies.
T. Malan.
Beautiful rhyme, no central message or are you just lost? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah just lost