I've done it again,
I don't know what.
But here we go,
Take your corners.
He shouts at me,
I shout at him
We both shout
Then there it is nothing.
I don't like to fight,
I don't like to argue.
I wish we were friends,
So we could talk about the issue.
And as we now sit,
I have to wonder?
Are we alone?
With what we do to each other?
Friends again,
What was that all about?
Does it make us stronger?
I guess we’ll never find out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem