today to choose between
walking in the park
and to write a poem
i have chosen the latter.
to choose between the rain
and the computer naturally i
have to choose
which is logical and sound.
to choose my thoughts
i have failed
and failed that much
since i have always chosen
yours
as though i can no longer
live without you
as though i have no more
wings of my own
as though i have surrendered
my freedom
not in exchange for anything else
but for love
for life
for my very own survival
and do not mind me if i have chosen
what i think is wrong
because i only mind you
and that is enough for me
and here God sees me
and if he cries for me
i still must agree
for this is what love is all about
denial.
self-denial.
a rush into the
stupidity of all
and the rest of
us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem