There's a dread in my heart of
Reality
There's a hand in my pocket of
Dexterity
That could find some escape into fantasy
Or write some words for posterity
But the hand won't move with fluidity
And the mind won't work with efficiency
So
I'll stand right here for infinity
And wonder how to pay for the electricity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem