We are robots of our habits.
We are thinkers of our dreams
We listen to strange whispers
We ignore our mortal screams
We live and love and love to live
We find ourselves to hate
We wonder what on earth went wrong
We blame it all on fate
We know! We knew!
We scream at once
We cant express or say
We did it the way we did before
We perished for the day
We write those words on paper
We draw some lines in red
We scream aloud like a soul deceived
We cry dry tears in bed
We wish to allign to the mystery tune
We wish it could be found
We try to jump over to the other side
We go round and round and round
We wish for another miracle
We need that spark to fire us straight
We need to bring out the best in us
We will win a few days late
We will burn those lies within our toxic beliefs
We will find our true being somewhere
We will find it amidst our mundane griefs
We will change to our best and flare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem