Easy come easy go,
Don't you know?
Hanging yourself with a short enough rope.
And the temptation swings closer.
Tell me now are you any worse for wear?
Finding a mishaped glass in which too stare.
Is she fat or skinny, just maybe no underwear?
Even if our worlds collide how do they compare?
With a smile, with a little flair watch as I burn the air.
Stardust sucked into the feint memories.
A blip so small why would anyone notice at all.
Its the wind of the forgotton.
Screaming something, maybe its just I can't hear you.
A mishap so intentionally accidently spun in a thick web of confusion.
Welcome to another of my many illusions.
What is catapulted up must sooner or later in all eventuality come down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem