Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I was right.
Maybe I deserve to live.
Maybe I deserve to die.
I have lied.
I have cheated.
I have been hurt.
I have been greedy.
In no way I am innocent.
In no way I can apologize.
In no way can I explain.
In no way will I ever be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
clickty clack.... the ram rod rail of time and existence... chugging away....on its own time own track...own choice... we dont have answers to much that whizzes past liked yer poem cheers