I've always marveled why it was always easier to pull someone down instead of pulling them up
I suppose I've always resented these inherent little tendencies we have
Like the dulling gnaw of contrition
And why even bother about getting from point A to point B
If neither of them really even exist
I've always longed to be the window pane
Reflecting any kind words, To let in all the blame
But regardless of this lofty ideology
I am still one of the biggest narcissists I know
I personally think it's sad
Verbal trickery comes into play When we try to find other ways to say Something that should be clear to all Even when it's disguised in a Texan's drawl. So be not sad if that's the case For words of wisdom seldom go to waste. s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unfortunately that is the nature of the society!