I had to change.
My mind kept begging me to do it.
Something had to be sacrificed.
And since your habit was collecting issues,
That choice to make was clear.
A split was near.
And from my mind you had to go.
I discovered my time,
Becoming too important.
And much too valuable to let you waste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem