We tried playing it cool
But the winds blew us away
It shot us down; our strength
The absence of truth
Poked at our knees
An arrow was shot
Right through our ankles
My dress doesn’t feel right
I think you just lost your hat
I don’t know what this is
You don’t know what you need
We are screwed to the core
But it’s somehow a comfort
That you don’t know this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem