Too weird to live, too rare to die. Expand the mind, touch the sky. Bend the space, warp the time. Refrain from thinking on linear lines. Live the dream, don't ever die. Every person is collecting flies. Societal ills, social plight. Gotta find a way to keep up the fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyable piece to read, Matthew. Thanks