A soul of lead drowning in fatigue.
A heart of silver tarnished with disappointment.
Trapped in a cage of undying wants.
Yet, no shooting star is too enticing to wish upon.
Knowing love only when selfish can last.
Knowing money can slip away really fast.
knowing words once said can be taken back.
Knowing morals is the last horse running on the track.
Nothing to be proven to anyone anywhere.
Nothing to be won by putting faith in a prayer.
It's all a blur, the faces, the moments and their worth.
Nothing really matters on God's forsaken Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem