Choking on accusations
And learning to say 'no' to dreams
Unprotected of the realizations
And the way I drove adaptation to extremes
A flash of diversity and the gestures
And the murmurs of old themes
Driven by lessons of sensationalism
Whether or not
We are bound to past time
And if there is any beauty
Beneath the dust and the grime
Of your mourning
Only sunlight can discern
Through methods of modern mysticism
Choices wait for no one
Not even brazen reminders
And again I've been outdone
By superficial binders
Mistakes on a plate
But I'm not alone
So endings can wait
And I will not let it topple over
And I am not ready to debate
Whether or not restraint is my friend
As long as I have my self-respect to defend
And colors to blend
Mind not my explosive affections
Turn down my renegade hopes
And years on you'll find me on the slopes
On which I faltered under petty imperfections
So hold my hand
And together we can transcend
The dark powers of intention
We will end the old trend
Of sudden prevention
Old wounds will mend
And I promise
The beauty will never end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its rily a beautiful brillant piece,