Will I be drawn by what I knew before?
Life is a whirlpool, I am very small.
Dreams are like clouds, evaporate too soon.
They carry thoughts and aspirations,
Like steam around the moon.
Nothing truly permanent,
So the question has no answer.
Sands shift, waves drift,
Clouds fall in tumbling rainbows from the skies.
Don't ask why?
Nature runs unfixed by word or deed
Nothing and everything changes in its time.
Time never runs out
Just in different directions.
Mercury is the moment
It is all we shall ever hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem