i never got what i want
never had what i love
i'll put it on record
in caution of the cord
the days are coming fast
meet me in the face and go away
a few days more and soon
this will be over
it is good
for i hope for somewhere else
for someone not like myself
and for someone not like yourself
who knows? life and death will always find a way
so i can be what i must be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem