I struggle in the fight to write
A positive insight
But at my height
I see too much
And cannot touch
On a happy thought
Though I have sought
And brought
A thought
Of malicious tendencies
That has some accuracies
But how accurate am I
Some lines defy
Our conventional ways
That have gone on for many days
But I don't understand our ways
Neither do people that is why they write plays
To play out a scene that they hope they bring sense to
Some of the things that they chose to do
But oh well this is just reflection #2
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem