I’m fresh out of Nowhere
I’ve got no rush to get back
I’m too busy looking anywhere
For the direction I lack
I’m getting out of Nowhere
But I’ve nowhere to go
Unbothered and nonchalantly unaware
Of the things I should know
I come from Nowhere
Where the is nothing to see
A grey concrete nightmare
The tomb that I flee
Nowhere is everywhere
It’s a state of mind
Where there’s nobody to care
Where no-one is kind
Keep out of Nowhere
It’s a sad place to be
Once a prisoner of despair
It’s so hard to break free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem