Reality I divorce you now,
I leave you far behind.
I've got too many other things,
That are raging through my mind.
If I do move quickly now,
I'll leave you in my dust.
This is a surly thing I do,
That I truly feel I must.
How many people think I'm nuts?
Indeed, many of them do.
They've been right for a long time now,
Much longer than they knew.
Reality, I couldn't handle your way,
With what is true and what is not.
I tried to live with what you said,
But that strength I haven't got.
So now, I'm writing my own rules,
And what I say must be.
I say you stink reality,
And I demand you sent me free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You do have a way with words and this is again a good one. Read mine - On The Horns of the Moon - Adeline PS May I suggest the 'sent' in the last line would better read 'set'