Assuming to know what it takes,
To make something from nothing
Is easy to do,
For those who have expertise...
In the passing of judgements.
Although in the doing,
This can not be compared...
To someone taking something,
That creates benefits.
And done to do,
Without hearing it heard...
By anyone listening,
Rejoicing from an assumption...
Delivered to be made.
'I've done it to win,
The attention to me given.
Now...
How does anyone expect,
From me to do 'everything'...
Without being provided,
Assistance, suggestions...
Or recommendations? '
-No one but you said,
You knew what it took...
Before proving it.
Now prove it.-
'But from where do I start?
There are no instructions.
No directions.
And fear appears to thump,
In my racing heart.'
-That's very poetic.
What are you afraid of?
Being criticized,
Once it becomes realized...
Your assumptions to produce,
Has left you despised?
Or...
Losing the attention,
That reveals a truth...
You no longer can disguise?
Either way,
There will always be...
Someone else who says,
Whatever it is you choose...
With it done to do,
They are prepared to do it...
Even better.
Guaranteeing their excuses,
To use...
Will win over what has been...
Produced to reduce,
To a nothingness accepted.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To many in life haven't Heard That old saying Don't hate the player hate the game. As for eat my cupo soup Which is my dinner.. iip