Could be joke, or could be not,
could be cold, or could be hot,
could be beautiful as me
could be that what I could be
(if I was a tree) .
Could be cloud. Or could it be?
Could it be so big and free?
Or... it could be autumn rain -
freely falling towards pain
(really? think again!) .
Could’s the passive form of can,
Mud then – passive form of man.
They say: gotta stand and fight
for the mud to get its rights
(and everything should be alright)
(yeah, right…!)
But it actually might!
(Who could know…)
thoughtful piece. please read some of my poems and comment. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pretty and beautiful poem.