To have a purpose,
Less focused upon by others...
Nothing to them,
Can be better served...
Than a series of distractions.
Especially the kind that leave,
What is done by one...
To perceive as foolish.
And thoughtlessly removed,
From any signs to prove...
This process has elements,
Of being associated with...
A recognized mental stability.
Although...
Normalcy and conformity,
As ideals...
Have too long been shattered,
By rich misfits.
Anyone who has known success,
With steps taken to achieve it
Is not going to be,
Less effective...
If choosing to evade questions,
As to each step one takes.
And in which direction.
Success to create,
In its development stages...
Is different than announcing,
With anticipation...
The birth of a child.
One is guaranteed to happen.
And,
Within months.
The other may show promise.
And this promise may or may not
Appeal to keep it real.
'Uh...
Some of us are baffled.
Not only by your purpose.
But your intended distractions.
What is it do you wish us,
To believe...
You really want accomplished? '
-That's for me to know.
And for you to continue
Of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem