Running in circles,
Chasing my tail,
Tied down by cables,
And destined to fail.
Everything is falling apart
I show nothing but apathy
I have no heart
And my hands are filthy
Why did this happen
Everything was in place
Now im misshapen
With a disfigured face
My life is over
What did I do wrong
Why do you have crimson clover
Why did you bring death along
To haunt me
Where did I screw up
I want to flee
I feel ballup
Why do i hurt
Why is what I want to know
Why am I in the dirt
Looking into the eyes of a crow
I feel a hand on my shoulder
And I look up to see my little boy
Holding a folder
And suddenly I feel joy
I didnt screw up
He tells me.
you just became a grown up
Don’t you see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is not bad at all real good.