What paths or footsteps
have we shared...
in distant places,
of the everywhere....
life anxiety!
I don't think I ever
walked a street
and wasn't aware,
or didn't care...
for me always lost,
heading towards
even more of that....
tripping time
up with a little money,
can't get used to the Sun
spiralling through day,
I mean I've just come to say
nothing, but it's vaguely
a sort of yellow - I suppose?
these egg timers, they just
follow you around...
do I stand on your shadow step - twice,
out of time, with unsure similarity?
there is so much missing from,
wherever I go...to chase your ghostly
coat tails...
your thoughts and words
a sort of mental sex to me,
I mean if you can get in?
to parry again, what I can't understand,
whether or not, there is something
within, that is justifiably sane,
and not just playing with time....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem