Round and round
Life keeps rolling
Unsupervised and Controlling
My head is spinning
Oxygen is low
Why does it feel so good
To randomly lie on the floor
Because if feel related I feel in control
Because life is slipping away
Right under my nose
Its like trying to catch snow
Once you catch it
It melts to the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem