waiting on time
counting for mine
to be delivered at nine
give me some bread
and you keep your wine
aslong as i eat all is ok
you will have nothing to say
friend of mine that once was
now your exposed for a fraud
a begger a thief
you will not like what i have to say
probably not listening either
but this is fine and you can pretend
be kind
so blind
surely somehow
you must tell
of how you begun
not of how it became but of where it remains
this proves to me you never where true
how could such a person dieve me
follish am i
to be stung with his fury
i do not own such feelings
attached to dellusions
skeptic and fruitless
your efforts are useless
one again im consumed within belief of unrealistic dreams
only in mind can they be true and worthy
to be subject to pass an almighty jury
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem