If you don't know how to float
away;
come this way....
'Hiding' is society's hat,
and if you want to diminish
the weight, then I suggest
you toss it side ways,
so new emotion can oblige,
Once your out of here,
forget everything!
You are not free,
(in truth) ,
as freedom is a fleeting
estrangement with your mind,
And with this, prepare
well, for mountains of anxiety,
with torn up thoughts
at a great... great... distance! ! ! !
The chain is long...
The chain is gone...
The chain is living...
The chain is dying...
What is broken
quite a lot,
On the mend;
A host more,
if you will have it,
We ball and chain
thinkers,
require the forgiving
light -
'
'Giving' - I believe
it the weirdest thing
to go in search of,
Have savage problems
reviving one's senses,
of who or what's real?
Oh! fake, what art thou?
with our noses on backwards,
ten thousand lashes of eye!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem