Call it fate, 
call it randomly shot, 
struck- down
knocked up, 
by a random fate.
Early, while late, 
stay inside
wait for clock to chime.
me, you and the bloke next door.
So dropp me into a random day, 
blame fate for faith's dismay, 
muddle through, 
try your best, 
who gives a f*ck, 
what the horoscope said.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    