O I'm so tired of being a lone voice
Crying in the wilderness. I'mfed up
With having to explain things to people
Who are not perceptive enough to work
Things out on their own. I sometimes feel that
Having a fertile imagination
Is probably more of a cursethan a
Blessing. Better to be a content cog
In the machine, rather than a disgruntled
Activist or subversive artist/ poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we all feel like this sometimes but the saving grace and blessing is that is sometimes. Things change Dominic many times for the better. Life teaches each and all that. 10++ and hang in there good sir.