A life not mine
It seemed I passed
Through the window of my car
Sat there those three
[So different from me]
I had to look again
A dirty truck, I guessed as much
A carraige for the trio
And my mind did run [again]
To see, morsels of the Others
I slipped inside
Replaced a life
To match it to my own
Another time, another race
A house in not the same
And so I started, once again
To travel on my own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again very nicly done...........