Sometimes I have an inside urge
To break a wall or smash a bowl,
Or roll in snow, or jump in church,
Or bug my sister on the phone,
Or dance in crowded street at noon,
Or sing aloud when in class,
Or whistle simple catchy tune,
Be noisy, even kick up a fuss…
This doesn't mean I'm going coo-coo
Or it is brains that I'm missing…
Just sometimes I get almost cooked
To sit and listen, listen, listen…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems an urge like in childhood. Thanks