Lost in translation

So here a poem of mine. I often write them when I feel strong emotions or a sense of clarity.
This one I found on my pc and I don't remember when I wrote it but here it is.

Lost in Translation- (Not the movie lol I just like that as the title.)

This is not anger nore joy, this place has no tools nore a toy.
It's what I call my limbo. Where material vibes fail to feed your brain, it's lost in translation.
On one hand I have thought to understand, then awareness is content with a grain of sand, where should I go where should I stand.
What I feel looking at a car, a flower, a cloud is there but lost in translation.
Am I aware am I lost in thought?
There is a certain comfort in my brain, when I think of the things I can not name.
Certainly peace is joyfull, thats awareness, but am I just a fool.
They tell me thought is more revelent, money is important.
Then I say thats the devils print, awareness is my government.
Thats all I can describe about being lost in translation.
Im not confused may that seem impossible, I don't care.
Whats on T.V.? How's my hair? All these questions stink the air.
Sometimes it's always better in a way, to walk the streets and feel,
The Midnights Mist Moist your Nose,
if not that then the freezing cold to blist your toes.
I feel it all, lost in translation.
I've  disconnected my brain and it's going crazy, but I love it.
The awareness slowly creeps in, like a cat sticking hair ups it's splien.