that i be good
seemingly is the only choice
i can have as a human being
but say to say
the good in me shatters like
it does not want any
part of me
the bad thing
wriggles like a worm
and it is
so tickling that i forget about
tomorrow
i just love living life the way it is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem