Is indifference the key to happiness?
Is it subtle but true?
stating nothing but the..
obvious?
not knowing why or who,
and not caring,
as a matter-of fact,
living day to day,
with no commitments in tact...
Does indifference show everything,
or nothing at all,
will it solve this battle,
or will it turn this into a war?
and if you laugh and smile,
rather..indifferently
will it turn those crocodile teeth,
into betrayal,
rather decisively...
Those teeth are pretty,
but they're very sharp,
and cunning if I don't say so myself,
seeking out information,
just to destroy
with very subtle instigation..
Pick a side gentlemen,
all your cards are not on the table,
but hidden in your pockets and shoes,
why so indifferent I wonder?
sounds like the war is coming,
lighting and thunder....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem really like this. Great write.