I'm not that wise that an old man needs my guidance.
I'm not that smart that an old man needs my opinion.
A devils dominion.
He dominates with pure words.
Manipulation thought to be from a god as it is heard.
A kindness completely ignored for a greater knowledge.
Understanding the metaphysical mind medium into the soul.
As if I ever could.
My skills are way over estimated.
And to keep your hopes held high do I tell such an elongated lie?
One way longer then Pinocchio nose could ever reach.
Only to hurt him later.
Or an easy let down right now?
With the secrets I divulge.
A indulgence in a sobriety.
An aroma that brings upon clarity.
A coffee of the best brew.
I say wake up, I scream wake up, I cry please wake up.
But still he does not wake.
Lost in the land of dreams.
A pleasing dimension to the extremes.
A sugar coated star, come on now I fall short by far.
Do not ever follow me for I am a stray.
A dog fighting for left over table scraps.
And some people get wounded along the way.
I do have quite an overbite when it comes to my canines.
And I do not want you to be a victim or a regret.
Miracles I don't provide.
It's not a movie.
Were not on a play or set.
We are real people, who can do bad things with the best intentions.
A medicine to prevention.
Just listen your inner self.
That voice will be more help.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem