Numbing sameness has got me by the brain,
Kicks at the shopping mall, just ain't the same,
Monotony is not hard to explain,
When clusters of off-ramps all look the same.
So I dwell in a blur of intervals,
Where I try to comprehend,
The meaning of 'no difference, '
And all that asphalt around the bend.
There's zesty dreamers out there,
Who wish to overcome geography,
They just want to whiz by fast,
Monotony can be daunting, so they burn a lot of gas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem