Sometimes I know I become a poet
And we all know poets are weak
And the langage always so frail
All these strengths melt away
Melt away and melt into streams
Rock not so hard soft and gray
Nothing is achieved and nothing is changed
Poets can’t lift weights into your face
Words can’t make rockets into the space
Thoughts are illusions although sweat
Minds go wandering in the void
Stop the storm and stop the wind
No need to say and no need to win
You are not a poet and forever won’t be