How is it that I do nothing
and yet I do everything
Where is my place
Is this where I belong?
I don't know which way to turn to
Where to go when the times get rough?
Who can I talk to?
I feel the utmost pain and sorrow
Why does it have to be like this;
Two different places
One of the same spaces
I know where I do not belong
Where not to turn
Which direction to look for answers
The lies
The truth even scares me
The questions of time
Time is something that belongs in a bottle
A sealed capsule
A capsule you will never open
One you have plenty of
One that cannot be wasted
Everything belongs where it is not
Therefore I do not belong here.
' time is something that belongs in a bottle, a sealed capsule' very nice lines and overall a very good poem. i loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well done i love the poem :)