A collection of my translations~ and other things.
A few hours straight on a warmish night Soon as I sleep I see the morning light But it's a better kind of life when I don't sleep at all Is this what they refer to as the muses' call I don't intend to have a better time than this You could see it too if you would take the risk I'll forget where I am, I don't need to know I'm unplanned, dying for the flow I forget to even think about the eskimo So what it's not like it's dangerous At least I'm not a victim of self-deprecation At least I try; I know what I like And sixteen hours a day is a better salvation Who won't write poetry once a month Is it infrequency from selfconsciousness or sloth Content to memorize little bits and bobs Ear worms saying where the hell do you get off Are you secretive or just a bore Liking everything but not wanting more Are you good at it or is it just quantity Get off your high horse man if you know what you want to be Sink your teeth into something or just stop bothering All one should need is the midnight kind of feeling of See this is why I'm here So what it's not like it's dangerous At least I'm not a victim of self deprecation At least I try; I know what I like And sixteen hours a day is a better salvation