turn around to see behind you
a carnival of rust
when all you thought important
slowly became dust
everything you wanted
was greed or was lust
or friends you couldn't trust
your life remains hollow
your soul superficial
I say this without bitterness
you are a reflection of me
as are the endless faces
as far as we see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem