I am walking
Through a crowd
But it seems like
I'm the only one here
Everyone is screaming
Out for help
And I lay here dying
But I am the only silent
I am running
Following the bread crumbs
But the birds ate them again
And I am lost
I am thrilled
And content
That is why
A tear falls from my eye
I have friends
I'm always with her
Hey she does exist
In my mind
I know love
I had it once
I still do
That is why I'm dying
I have a life
I need one in order to live
And I have to live
In order to die
And I am dying
Do I must be living
And if I am living
I have a life
That doesn't mean I like it
That doesn't mean I want it
But this game of life
I have learned not to play
CONGRATULATIONS! ! ! !
You have won the game of life
Where the only winning move
Is not to play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bit melodramatic, isn't it? A tip: Image-words are better than emotion-words. Everyone relates to images, but not many people care how you feel. It's sad but its true.