for days I have been listening
instead of what I'm s'posed to be
‘cos most of me is lost somewhere
between Heartland and Walnut Square
a square, not a circle, is the motion
I've been moving in no notion of
should I be awake right now?
should I be some place, right now?
I've had dreams in the last couple of days
and it's strange because they
they are gone when I'm awake.
This is new for me, this is different, you see.
I'm not used to losing my pretty dreams.
Now I want to get them back
I want to get my life back
I have been fighting way too much with my inner self
It's been feeling so low,
feeling so feared by me.
feels like it owns me.
but I am no ones property
I can't deal with this properly
I should be giving Him my all
Instead I give nothing at all
So I realize this is a problem. No one should ever cry.
but when you hate living cos all you say is lies
understand the truth I'm giving
When can I just say goodbye?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem