So many roads untraveled
So many dreams unraveled
So many things lost in the past
So many things I thought would last
Laying here with you in the grass
This worlds seems so vast
To much to surpass
Things just weren’t meant to last
Im just too much of a crazy azz
Remember how we use to cut class
Run away from the past
It was always such a blast.
Reminiscing of things that wouldn’t last
Pain always seemed to be our overcast
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem