Whats that I hear in the corner?
When do I want to grow up?
How can I see past the lampshade
when most of my life s been corrupt?
I choose not to be quite to savvy.
I want to play into the wind.
I say silly things like a child would.
Some times I don't know to begin.
I state a claim just to be pleasing.
I cant undermine what you've said.
So I will sit quietly here now
and hunker down hanging my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem