As I open my eyes, I think all about
What have I done wrong, to live in such doubt.
Is there any way, to make it better again?
Life is a game, that one will never win.
I try to make the best, of what I can at the time.
Who knew it could all change, at the dropp of a dime?
The world crashes around me, at the blink of an eye.
Nothing will work out, even when I try.
If I try to think, that it all will be good.
Then something else will happen, worse than it should.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem