Ah, i've learned it, in vain comteptuous rise,
when pursuing a vocation in another's valued intentions,
their attempts mirror my own intentions, I utter in glutton like tension,
I will do so in similar fashion, in vain absorption,
I perform in nervous association, but the end draws in mere seconds,
I find myself once again in the very beginning!
Hmm, I've know that feeling before, especially in webdesign. Not really in writing so much, because I write my thoughts out as my own. If i feel it must be erased it was not because of something similar but just wasn't good enough to my own critique. And if you read my poems you'll notice not many of my thoughts, go in the trash. For they can always be revised. Made better and into something new.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you John and ill def read yours :) ...!