Building my life as i want it.
everything in order and nothing out of place.
most people love the way i do me,
and others hate.
i cant control the mind of others.
and the weather man cant control the weather.
windows, rain, pleasure, pain
my worries left
because my head is right.
is evil good?
or is it just good evil?
whatever it is, just dont rain on my parade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fascinating reflection. Serious in its implications. Good is not evil, nor is evil good, excepting to the sinners. This offers a delightful perspective of you/the speaker. I enjoyed it.