I stand in the way of things that I can
Most of the time I am a lonely man
My head confused
My brain feels bruised
I can be better
Yet cannot be bothered!
I could be more than this
If I could only get past my ego
I could be a cheery fellow
so mellow
Yet more than this!
Why can't I get past
This blockage from my past
I know I can be more
but still remain where I am
a bore!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What fun to find this sitting in the middle of Robert Wilson's translations of the ancients!