Do you understand how hard it is for me to rhyme
when I can never seem to focus?
That is why I am amazed by every line;
To me it feels like hocus pocus.
I grew up in a different time
listening to music like Krokus.
My father was rascist slime,
so to me, hip hop was a bonus.
I created me a new paradigm,
and that's how I became these poets.
Intertwined, all serpentine,
but that's just symbiosis.
I know that most would just define
that as my own psychosis,
but I've taken tests and I am fine;
I just want you all to know this.
So if you've an issue with my design,
then check your own diagnosis.
Maybe someday, when all the voices allign,
that'll be my apotheosis.
Or will I then, even further, climb
above everything that's hopeless?
Should I reinsert you into my life,
or should I stay here in remoteness?
I'm never sure on how to shine
when the sun is blotted out by locusts,
but I figure it comes from inside,
and so that is where my goal is.
I have tried to wipe away the grime,
and not too many really notice,
but it's for all of you that I try
to fill my life with better moments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem