I'll let the grocery bag tear,
I'll let my mind loose.
I'll let the wine overflow.
I won't think of you.
I'll let my pocket burn,
I'll let the movies play.
I'll let the fat thicken.
I won't go to work today.
I'll let them smother me,
I'll wallow in self-pity.
I'll sleep in for hours.
I won't care for propriety.
I'll do whatever I want,
i don't care for much else.
Until Time comes around again,
I'll stay lost in myself.
I'll keep my eyes closed,
I don't get to win today.
Perhaps I never will,
I'll figure it out someday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem