Ones ought to be in misery
bask in indulgent success
With ignorant nonchalance
shown to other's distress
Weary I am of hackneyed
and many a wily attempt
Since improper to let go
I just choose to circumvent
Too long has the time been
for winds to slowly amend
Brave one must odds now
break away and up ascend
It would change hence on
for older myths to quell
Such doers will be victims
of their own devised spell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wish it happened! strong write, poet.