New perspective for a new year to disappear
be grateful for that or just curse the changes in dispair
all this work to do on self
no dust on my 'Won't go down in history' shelf.
the 'bigger plans' are fog to stir
weeks and weeks stuck being blind in office obscur
'i got to get out out of here'
i need to settle I know Dear, forget the rear.
the Dream is far but I pursue
with Darkness, Love and a different Venue.
12-? ? -2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem