Just two more remaining,
And four nights of playing.
For little distraction I am asking.
I finally have faith in myself,
Maybe a little if not too much.
I'm just being modest,
I smile every time I think of this quest.
I really think I can do this,
Overwhelming myself with the fuss,
For what?
Nothing but time which I let rot.
It is about time.
Sleepless nights are worthwhile.
Nothing but time which I let rot leading to sleepless nights, lovely way expressing dispair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I finally have faith in myself, Maybe a little if not too much. I'm just being modest, I smile every time I think of this quest. thinking of my own quest i really smile. a fine poem. tony