our livesdrivesnaives
sandal tornmendedtornmendedtormented
torn and mended o o o o ver again
oneday you got to throwit away
i mean, how are long you keep gonna living, man?
is it it is and now- now- now-
you have to run feetnaked naked oh naked
on theforestgrounds nakednakednaked
runandrunandrun to your graves
it is now.
and the shine stars will shine on themselves
will they? they will i believebut will they?
and the night will know when to when do
but perhaps i am no sky and there
is nothingtodo nothing to doooooo is it now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem