What happened to your stupid little house of cards?
That thing you worked so hard to build so delicately
All it took was one good blow
To break the barriers of your paper castle
Your silly little house of dreams
Founded on a shaky, turbulent sea
I'm not the first to tell you
You can't make a life with a dead man
God can,
But you can't.
What were you thinking,
Building a house of cards on something so indefinite, so unsure?
Even on a rock a house of cards will fall.
Are you as unstable as the things you build?
Or are you simply ignorant of your own flaws?
I'm not the first to tell you,
You cannot win a losing game
God can,
But you can't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely worded and you can visualize what your writing about