The only thing you can show me,
At this late stage of the game...
Is what you have been showing me all along.
A commitment to nothingness...
With a devotion made to excuses!
You can't show me anything,
But a movement off my path!
I'm not about to ask,
For you to take a step away!
I'm demanding it!
Show me how you can be gone with the wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem