I walk through the cobwebs of my mind,
through the maze of thoughts and stories
pass the sadness and the heartaches
of the days that pass so quickly.
That are here and gone before you know it
and how you start but never finish
always wishing time would stand still
just to let you finish something you’ve started.
29 April 1985
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem