Peek-a-boo type of situations become tiring,
Problem that seem to materialize from every corner at an improbable rate
Stifling, as they go,
Stalling progress like an ankle weight
Trying to explain, trying to be, before you can't fix the circumstance,
Carried to inflation,
The problems blow up and are cycling away like an out of hot air balloon
Venturing a guess that the storms will remain constant,
Creating more unrest and mismanagement
Nothing to do but put up a great front
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written, Eillio. I could easily relate. Thanks