If it at all matters
If I want to go away,
An urge that impels me
Not to turn around,
It is not from life
But from love.
As love repelling as it seem.
If it still persists
A girl or some lovely conversation
With a chosen person.
It is just to condemn me more
Not to turn back
From the path that I have already chosen.
Not to compromise.
To rock and roll.....
To rock and roll
Till the last breath
And strange as it seems
But that to
Fight love
Till the last minute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem