It's hard to recall the minutes that drift by without haste
It's our own fault for letting them go to waste
But it's better to forget them as they cannot be chased
And the next one is waiting ahead for it to be faced
As I stare at the sights that have troubled me in the past
There's something slightly different in the shadows that they cast
They no longer make me fear like the time I saw them last
They no longer seem as though they are endlessly vast
It's easy to recall the hours that seemed to melt away
whether in the depths of night or in the light of day
Nothing left for us to give nothing left to say
We know as we revisit them we won't be allowed to stay
I wonder would we be better off if time loosened its chain
No longer having to wait to be relieved of pain
No longer having to stand and wait in the pouring rain
No longer having to wait in line for what we want to attain
But with everything handed over, we'd lose the will to think
Eventually, long for the chain be relieved of its chink
Lose all grip on hope as our hearts begin to sink
Longing for someone to come and bring us back from the brink
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem