How often did I play the game
and chant to others tunes
until I ended up alone
on autumn afternoons
It's hard to take a feeble step
when you don't know the dance
it's hard to find a melody
that's never had a chance
It's hard to find out you have lived
a lie, a sad charade
it's hard to try to find a voice
in neon lit arcades
It's hard to be a puppeteer
when others pulled your strings
it's hard to leave the carnival
and spread your broken wings
It's hard to walk the other way
and leave the bright parade
it's hard to shed ill-fitting robes
unmask the masquerade
How often did I play the game
and chant to others tunes
until I ended up alone
on autumn afternoons?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem