I Like the way
how things remain unchanged with you
i must like them
for i have no choice
you really do not change
and i have no one to talk to
if you leave me
that could perhaps be the only change there is
and who knows?
i may like it that way too
for i am but a practical man
to change or not to change
that is no longer the question
the night has come and what i have
is only its darkness
my bed shall only be its coldness and silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem