Times are just changing
and making stuff of new,
love feelings arranging
and giving hope for you.
Anything may come here
make a time its while,
be gone from everywhere
when it's reach its style.
I've come to realize
life's a bit of a fantasy,
problems in its disguise
until you become free.
Like everything in its day
turning around and being,
keeping nearness in a way
let you find out or seeing.
All turns though around
one daytime or the other,
something again is found
for a sister or a brother.
I've come to realize
life's bit of a fantasy,
problems in its disguise
until you become free.
There is a way going back
finding different ways,
what you've or what you lack
is how your fortune plays.
No one is just like you
everyone is a bit singular,
some get close and through
others have gone too far.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem