Everything reverberates.
Sound is so loud.
Even your tears, quiet as they are.
Don't worry, I'll look out for
You…
If not in this earth,
In the next.
There our reverberations
Are pure and whole and I swear,
You Will Be Happy.
Life is like getting a never ending
Grade of B.
One should stop trying,
And be happy with being a
Sidekick.
The Jester.
Inside, one cries.
Tears for Fears.
Come, let me Entertain you.
(I smell cheese too… Yes, Why,
Why O Why, is it so…)
Mais c'est la vie…
N'est-ce pas?
Little child…
You have a lot to Learn, and…
Time flies…so Ride…
Ride the wind!
9: 48 pm
Friday, September 27th,2023
Copyright 2023 Mona Lisa B. Aspiras.
Composed while listening to Pur, by the Cocteau Twins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem