Exploration by the lead of deception,
A grip of fraudulent rope,
Confusion and misdirection...
A harness to a fake chariot of hope,
Reversed acceleration,
A practical joke?
If it ceases to be yours
When you cease to be yourself,
Then, what is yours
And who are you
To tell me where to go
Or where I can sleep
Or what I must own?
Sorry, my dear friend
But try the next one.
Good poem. You are not yourself with deception. I like this poem. We need to be original
Nice poem... somewhat dismal, but hope that lessons can be learned is lifting... Terry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nobody can stop or command you! ! Yes, try with someone else! !