Maybe is just the worst for me -
to say the whole truth without sympathy
and everybody considers his lifestory
is the hardest,
we compete, compete
who suffered the most...
We argue about nothing,
because we have forgotten how to speak,
promise ourselves impossible things
and that break them
fall in solitude,
fall in disappointment
of being us...
Time is running out
There is only whole life to understand
human beings,
to meet our soulmates,
not to be sober,
but drink full bottle of joy
and just simply enjoy
this Saturday morning
maybe
you will never see reality
so clear again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem