Time is so selfish....
as it goes on it luks better
leaving me wrinkled and weathered
it never slows down
never wants me to catch up
so im forced to go so fast
that i make a mistake and in time i get stuck
i can tell it hates me
in the way it flies
never slowing down
not even before i die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem