Poetry

Thoughts, can they leave me?
Dreams, can they stay?
The wet concrete is touching my knee,
By the texture alone I am swept away.

Normality you fucking bastard,
You cruel and subdividing bitch.
My life before was filled with custard,
Now I can't even scratch my social itch...

A perfect human being I am not
But neither are you or anyone else...
It's not hard for me to tie a knot
Or ring the celebration bells.

Can you make today just go away?
Can you turn my frown into a smile?
I wish in me you would just sleigh,
All my feelings for a while...

Sutikau aš ją prieš dieną, ne daugiau.
Jai jausmus suteikti žymiai paprasčiau,
Nei priimti mielą komplimentą ar kelis.
Širdis manoji sutrupėjo į dalis.
Ne iš sielvarto - iš laimės,
Suteiktos man net be kainos.