Well I took a long sit on an old tomb stone
Woke the dead for a day talking a musical tone
Bones rattles, tattled on the rumor
the humor that it all ends
Well my dear I got too comfortable here
So like me take you for a stroll
If your feet get tired
Just do what you're told
We won't have no problems no more
Well I think it's all a little repetitive
The talks the walks down the block
My hum your whistle the fus and the fizzle
Fireworks only last so long
Gotta make my own flashes in your eyes now
Well you asked me where I'm going with this
and I told you a place that's not yet to exist
A place that I've come to miss
Inspiraliss
Well you asked me how to get there
I told you my plans
Sadly the little parrot on your shoulder
Is the only one that understands
I need it to be repitive or I don't hear it all
Well you asked me what it looks like
I described your wildest dreams
Whilest I destroyed my own
Was it my name engraved on that tomb stone?
The tears they fall
Along with the walls
and I feel the wind against my face
So cold as it picks up the pace
So in a day I was on my way
Not a second to waste
As you get a taste of everything you wanted
A push that's haunted me for so long
Why does growing up feel so wrong,
On my way to Inspiraliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem