My reason for living has gone
you were the witness to my silence
I lived to serve you, love alone i strule to be happy with myself
Z piece of meat, a ochre leaf tossed in the autunm wind, a plaything of nature
togethernes as oposed to alonenes is at a premium
But dont mix buisness and pleasure, have patience
The static the passed the future are all fragment of the biggest constelation
The water on the eart is like the ink as oposed to the book, one holds writing, is a record
acumulation obviously created by insecurity
now 4 selfishness and unselfishness
the percentage gain when i meet and join the oposite sex
love as acup of sweet chay
we should be winning and were loosing, my taking of pills is on the rise
im badly socialised
im practicaly a hermet
Now lets look in the mirror and take a lok at this ugly mess
were looking at 40 decrease in consumtion, and therfore
esential good as oposed to bad, are you gone with the wind or are you
REady to stand 4 what you believe in
there is not a meeting in miles
anyone or anything, which degrades the situation is at work
the moon is out under the warm evening air, we seem blessed, and we enjoy
I think your a friend amidst this foliage, and i like celebrating as opposed, to destruction
The result is not a result that endorses non etherallal performantce that does honour to the god bachus
weather it increases or decreses i opt of controversy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem