The world is a turnin'
Faster it seems
The nights go by quicker
Without any dreams.
The days blur together
Each moment obscure
Faster and faster
Without any cure.
I race to the lands edge
I call to the waves
I ask them to stop
But they are just slaves
They do what they need to
They'll never be caught
They'll keep on tossin'
When I cannot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem