the time for losing
is not a waste of time
the time for rethinking
is a chance for finding
what you have once written
you read again
there will be changes
something shall be erased
sometimes you pretend
that there is Nothing
Only to find what Everything
means what Someone really is
Churches fall into shatters
Governments are not that kind
Schools perhaps have mis-educated
a lot of us
We do not exist for the work alone
Or the money
We exist for the breathing and
the walking and the daily thinking
We perhaps must have miscalculated us
Our Potentials overlooked
Our Talents and Time all wasted
We perhaps have not known what Us mean
There is a time to erase and undo
This is the time to Unload and Delete
Tomorrow morning after a Nigh's
Good Sleep
We go back to the Basics
It is the Waking first and then
The Breathing
Then everything shall be new
Without any name at all.
That i think must be the Best
Beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem