Sometimes it happens that I lose my way
And in a minute lose the day
And in that day lose my world
And in that world lose my girl.
Sometimes it happens that I move my lips
And in the air my words lose their grip
And all the meaning I meant, slips
And all the while your kiss.
Sometimes it happens that I cross the tracks
And go beyond what I have for a knack
And eat up worlds with unruly slack
When really I should just relax.
Sometimes it happens just like this and that
And yet still there should be a way back,
And while there is light shining through a crack,
I will stay on the other side of your door -
Quietly listening to find my way back …
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I would like to translate this poem
We all lose our way in minutes, hours, and a day. Sometimes it happens in crossing the tracks, when we should just relent, release, relax. Shinning light will forever flow from cracked door....I will listen for you....quietly. Love your piece.......