is this world all about you?
if is not about your book it will
be about your trip
or about your family
your roots and
ambitions, and... i am dizzy
about these matters
for you make me revolve around
you and you are never such
a glorious sun anyway, and i wonder
why you do not have so many friends
why you lurk in the dark and cry over
your past and fear the future, and
when i start telling you that this is
not going the right way you show your
real nature, a hungry beast wanting
to devour anybody who comes your way.
your depression is getting to be infectious
and i do not like it. Sorry but i must go and
find someone else. Take care, be happy. So long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem