Hello? How are you? Hope you're very well, fine, and dandy. I've had some ups and downs this week; not my best week, but not my worst either, thankfully. So here's some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
I've been listening to this week's song a lot lately, Scottish musician Steve Mason's "Am I Just A Man" (watch video here). Enjoy.

Mysterious, Unknown, White
Only I am alive and inactive.
I am not sad.
The reason for this is the problem of solving the problem.
Mysterious, unknown, white.
By my cousin, I'll loose my cousin, I'll live with a livelihood.
A piece of tranquility absent.
No treatment staying in the city.
I think it is selfish.
You think it's parallel to you.
I think I love stories from the past.
Ruzi's words are unavailable, huh?
But I am conveying myself in speech.
Our question, an individual region, submerged in space.
My cerebrum theory, I am not good at it.
Well, I loved it, the loss of a certain person.
What is the answer?
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