It seems as if us humans express time in words
so nonexisting
As life goes by we look back at the past like we're
looking for something we've never seen
I mean it's like a dream that you're attached to by a
leash
someone or something that is impossible to
believe is allowing you to think you're sleep
until the time comes when you're awake the world
knows you won't be counting sheep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this poem, it makes me see something inside you that's very raw, very true. Thank you for sharing this :)