i'm just a copy
a copy of a copy
not good as new
not bad as old
Life is lived
to live is to be alive
when there's YOLO
I only know LOYO
at some point you need to live on your own
people may judge
give you something to think about
when you supposed to sleep
guess what? that messenger is a sleeper
just when I think I'm living up to my standard
no! another Dog barks how i'm doing it all wrong
then when I change my ways into their duplication
then I become a copy, a copy of a copy
the vanity slaves never end
they end by mistake
then you gotta pick what you take
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Lavia. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks