i can't keep it going
once i get something i lose it
if i get good at something i lose it
i don't know why
i don't know how
but it just goes
goes into the night sky and past the moon.
I try to get a style
i try to write what i know
i try to write what i feel
but once i do it goes
lost into the air
even my experiences get lost in the shuffle
i can't keep it up.
Writing about drinking
writing about sex and meeting girls
writing about being bored and late nights
it can't last for so long
i can't keep it up for that long
at some point it will go
ride it's way out into a lost world of creativity
gone into the dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
at some point everything will go, true but eternal truth is there for ever, we should stay at that truth. thanks. I invite you to read my poems for that purpose and comment.