Sometimes I hate writing poetry,
Because it takes far too long.
Similes and accents, structure and form.
Why do I bother?
When I can interact outside?
People think as lunatic, perplexed all the time.
Telling the truth, I don't care much at all.
It all seems like a mystery...
why would anyone bother at all?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ups and downs of a poet////