Why don't I do the things I want to do?
My thoughts soar free, but my heart's not true.
A part of me is separate, far and away,
my life seems a flash, gone in a day.
Fear has my dreams, just out of reach,
I'm drowning in emotion, searching for relief.
I live a seperate life, inside my tiny brain,
living the life I'm not, hiding away the pain.
Why don't I follow this tiny spark of hope?
'Cause at the end of each endever, I'm hanging from a rope.
I can't get passed this feeling deep down inside,
a feeling of two mountains, ready to collide.
I feel so helpless, desperate and afraid,
I can't get passed this obstical, my life I want to trade.
Once I make the trade, I see a spark of hope,
I make needed changes and put away my rope.
This dream I see, now underway,
I'm driven to persue it, till my final day.
I need to catch this slippery little fish,
It's my life long ambition, nay, it's my daily wish!
why don't you really? ! ! ! truly an enjoyable read.. impeccably penned... peace! uuu
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the end 'a slippery fish'. I think that is such a brilliant way to express it. Well done. The flow of this poem makes the words just roll off your tongue in an easy motion.