It`s best now not to know
Just get lost in the spinning breeze
Until the ripples start to slow
And the edges start to freeze
Scan the blurry cars
Circling in space
It might as well be Mars
Or another lonely place
Best not to think of blame
Or which moment was the start
Keep running from the flame
Standing still will break your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem