Riding along passages of time in intellect, absorbing
pictures, wavering in front of me.
Exposing truths that have been held onto throughout
the years of this life.
Wishing for promises to appear, fulfilled like magic,
yet knowing truthfully that it will never happen.
Sensing an ending of this moment in the next few
minutes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem