the sea of discontent suffocates
while relaxing on sands of apathy
the forgiving sky wants
me to fly away and
the girl I hit last night
tries pulling me free
into the forest of confusion
only luck will save me
and
all the luck I need
comes from time.
as
I’m rushed over by the sea
I begin to think
times like these are getting to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem