Whats the point in making a name
If only after death we gain?
Whats the point if no one else
makes a name but myself?
Whats the point in having fame.
If your the only one that gains?
Whats the point in being seen
On just a silver screen?
Whats the point I do not know
Why say yes or why say no?
Whats the point in living life
When all it does is cause you strife?
Why be a somebody when you can be you.
Not a fake or a pretender something thats true?
You can be anybody when you are yourself.
You can be you and everyone else.
So why bother make a name
if only after death we gain.?
Theres no point in being something new
Whats the point when you can be you.?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
always to yourself be true! ! great poem sweetie! ! keep it up!