the dirk is in the knot..
the mark is on the dot.
a blind's leading a blind.
a dimness in the soul,
a dimness in the mind.
so that, where can you go,
poor heart, what can you do?
you have no choise,
between silence and voice..
you are in a maze..
as you've been in alwas.
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Aug 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem