I know what I said
But do you know what I mean
Words are great for twisting
They are seldom how they seem
We are all fools here
Children toying with word
Fools thinking we’re clever
But we mostly look absurd
I say to much
Can’t still my fretful pride
Poetry is an escape
So in these words I hide
My biggest flaw
I actually think I can write
Post my latest masterpiece
To look back and find it trite
I am mere kindling
Looking for my match
A brilliant spark of clarity
A drift for all to catch
I do try
Be it with reason or with rhyme
I’d like to change the world
But I’m only killing time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the honesty in your poem. I know what you mean.10/10 Ian