where do we start in this dark dreery place
do we do what everyone else does and continuously plead our case
dreams float everywhere lost in the dark
it makes us confused about what to embark
faces faces lost in the thick nasty fog
all of this creates in our hearts and minds thick nasty clogs
what can we do when the sun finally comes out
or is that just a cover for this long lasting drought
they have it this way and we have it that way
should we hope its equal one day
in this place change is going up and down
if we like it or not it causes us to wear permanent frowns
some call this place the land of opportunity
some think its filled with unity
those in higher power mostly see the good
to see the bad here; seemingly they never could
the rest of us see all of the bad
this causes us all to wear permanent clads
we think more and more
but we never get to the core
so we ask ourselves what are we really doing here
when we face the reality we cant fight back one single tear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem