What a boring day this is?
How will this week be like,
when monday is aint fair!
I'm listening to the same music
that often wreathed my face with a beam,
But I'm asking myself
Whats really happening and
Why is it like this, today?
All peeps that used to be around me
I'm seeing them as they'r not supposed to be around me,
Why, why is it like this?
Does this mean sth in my life?
I closed that bussiness cuz it was messing with me,
I'm back home but I don't feel to be here,
Its lunch time but the meal
Doesn't even seem to be appetizing,
It doesn't seem delicious,
Everything looks the opposite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem