whats there to taste
the pasing of the days
how one tends to feed off another
and expect one to die
how do they lie
how do they see
what they want one to be
how do they take
using cheese for a mouse as bait
the time passed way
someday something would be right
where one wouldnt have to flee
he could just be anything
and see something that prevails
and notice what it entails
understand what it suggests
and pass this ordeal
someday i could pass the test.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem