To contemplate those tears in the mirror
it doesn't help to see things clear
to cling on to the things you fear
for of them all they feel most near
who can hear your inner cry
when all you do is mystify
and turn into a sinner
defy thy selves and you will see
all things, the things you nail to fail
but one thing called Reality. M
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem