just because i’m up and moving
doesn’t mean i’m done rebooting
the sleep still hasn’t left my eyes
vocals cord raw, my throat is dry
maybe the grunts make me sound thirty
and the unkemptness of my hair looks dirty
but give me a minute or two to come back to earth
i just left my dreams of you, and they i prefer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem