My times are not fickle
thy come and then they go
Kind of like a straight day, a straight night.
I muse on things I come as a man;
Man is a captive of his thoughts;
Amid a thorniest maze he plays circus day in and day out
to grasp the gist of his existence
And to be intent on everyday survival.
@ Welkin Siskin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem