Some ways will never leave
For someone put them there
They are old ways archives
Buildings with a spiral stair
Blacker then dreams inside
People are making walls
Where they in their ways hide
When some stranger calls
Nothing can be done then right
Silences are giving terms
Into the lonesome way of night
The status quo of the perms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem