When they said I could write then why
Did I not try harder
If I could play music why
Is my guitar in the cupboard with the dust
If I could talk, orate, announce why
Do I dislike so much the sound of my own voice
If I could love and commit why
Is she gone along with the others
If I could wish and hope why
Am I content to take less than whats on offer
If I could be then why am I not now
Why do I wait to procrastinate with difficulty
If I think I am strong
Why does my mind snap with ease
Why are we humans so strong and yet so full of doubt
Why am I asking you for answers
And why do I intrude asking you for these answers
When I should well enough leave you alone
One last tantalising question though…
Do you by chance have the answers....?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem