Quick to re-act but so slow to think,
Are they who should have learned by now...
Lessons to them taught,
Would one day have more value...
Than jewels thought priceless or coats of mink.
Even egocentrics thick headed with beliefs,
Are beginning to show signs of becoming humbled...
By those they once chose to turn up their noses,
Only to discover themselves the ones bleeding...
From a guilt driven remorse felt deep.
Their hearts can not take,
The truth that those they have underestimated...
Had struggled to pave paths,
Upon which those quick to re-act...
Stroll with a doing to address false impressions to make.
And, of course...
Discovering themselves to be the ones who fake,
Does not provide a comforting feeling to face.
'I'm sorry...
But I thought...'
~No need to apologize to me!
I always knew I had the keys to your destiny.~
Quick to re-act but so slow to think,
Are they who should have learned by now...
Lessons to them taught,
Would one day have more value...
Than jewels thought priceless or coats of mink.
Even egocentrics thick headed with beliefs,
Are beginning to show signs of becoming humbled...
By those they once chose to turn up their noses,
Only to discover themselves the ones bleeding...
From a guilt driven remorse felt deep,
AND to keep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem