to please the power
of the season and to dance
with the music of those
who make the corridors of
fame
you throw away the true self
and be the face of the person
on the frame
of their carving
you lose a lot of who you are
and all through the years
you keep on your toes
too careful not to displease
them
what a pity
you have turned yourself into
this ballet dancer
who forges a fake smile to the crowd
only for the applause
you lose your world to our dismay
it is time, i guess
for a little lift, take back your life
and come back
with us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem