Engrossed in my thoughts
I'm alone in my head
It's the only place I feel sane
Engrossed in my thoughts
I'm alone in my head
It's the only place I feel insane
I've been taken apart,
left without a key
and I'm begging for a cast-a-way to save me
Trapped on an island,
swarmed in a crowd
I'm wondering where all the people are
Words not yet translated,
maybe I'm the secret code
Just a bit off course
though I'm headed towards the track,
but if it's the right one I'll never know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your a gem that is half covered by a mud pool. this is a brutally honest poem which we can all relate too, it may reflect your thoughts at this moment in time, but it also signatures a slightly distant moment wherin your work will carry the strengh of samson and the appeal of the apple of eden.... keep up the good work vincent