Standing alone,
Brain in a fog,
Think I'll go for a walk,
With my acid dog.
Pissing on flames,
To put out the fires,
Chasing ideas,
Kicking at tyres.
Accomplishing nothing,
He'll go where he's led.
Acid dog
Is in my head.
...
© 2012
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I would like to translate this poem
Racing around, losing our way, forgetting our purpose in life, making excuses and losing our destinies in the long run. All of it done, because we do not focus on the future, we stumble through the memories of our past. At times afraid to move forward or afraid of failing. A perfect description of procrastination, very well done. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn