on top of the world I know I'm flying
so why do I feel I should be crying
one more shot one more one more
shivering in the wind behind a dark door
a touch in the light is worth two in the dark
but never laid bare, not decent, not stark,
a touch screams out loud and a word is a word
but the best things to say are never just heard
lies hurt, the truth even more so
but only let what matters show
trivialities are the next big thing,
wear them proud like a fools gold ring
but deep inside, way down deep
the edge of reason has the bluntest speech
listen to the nothingness, ignore the orders
and always never be anyone but yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem