It's mid afternoon,
The sun's hot and high,
Memories fading by like mirages in the distance...
Why won't life come back at me
Like a Ferrari on the new highway?
Why do I drift apart, fall apart and rip along the seams?
Why do I rethink thoughts on thoughts?
Why do I be me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice akka! Reading ur Reflections its awesome!