Don’t believe yourself, you poor dreamer boy, <br />Be always reluctant, of that fake inspiring joy, <br />It’s the flame of your sick hallucinating dream, <br />Or even the anger of your heavy life-style theme, <br />Don’t search for a heavenly sign in absolute vain, <br />It’s your poisoned blood, that intoxicated your brain, <br />Hurry to waste your life in that suffering and old pain, <br />A hopeful mercy from her is all what you might gain… <br />But don’t believe it; it might never happen again… <br /> <br />And if someday you’re given the chance to come clean, <br />Open your heart in front of her; show her all that’s in, <br />Don’t hesitate to skin off the membrane of your heart, <br />As in past you showed her your body’s every single part, <br />You were drowned in passion; you messed it from the start, <br />Now you had forgotten the score; lost that unwritten chart, <br />What have you got now; seems both of you had gone apart? <br />Are you satisfied? <br />Disqualified? <br /> <br />I bet you hardly can smile, <br />I doubt you can go a mile, <br />Want to stay here a while? <br />No, that’s not your style. <br />You will dream and dream, <br />But you’ll never find the youth stream, <br />You’ll shout; no one will hear your scream, <br />Oh poor lad; your life had been just a dream!<br /><br />jimmy zepp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-believe-yourself/
