Want to know what goes through my head when im trying to make sense? Well say this really fast and stick to the rhymes, some of it makes sense....
Pink umbrellas and happy thoughts
Were flying through my mind
And trying to catch my kind of
Lying bind. But I didn’t know that
Showing is blowing another batch of
Growing flowers until they die
But sadly badly had’s
Are what have caused a madly fad
Of crazy thoughts and lots of dots
But how many know that all these
Are just part of a dying rot of
Pink umbrellas and happy thoughts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem