I use to sit and wish for my innocence back.
But after being raped of escapades by the facts of life,
I could no longer hang onto fading daydreams.
Or my lingering memories of doing that to escape.
And I was in no position to be delusional.
Since my youth was early abused,
By the reality of my environment.
And today I most miss any presence of honesty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Most realistic and down to earth poem.