Wide awake I lay,
Thinking of all the roles I could play,
Turning on my hand a shapeless clay,
Life maps many routes I may,
Though it all has prices to pay
And I'm wide awake,
Contemplating all the mistakes I made,
Whether to turn the page,
Because its fate
Or with shame the world I should face
As the sun sets,
Does it surely rest?
Or does it truly rise for another set?
Perhaps as my day ends,
I shall arrange the puzzle and shapes
Thank the lord for all the blessings and loving mates,
So I remain wide awake.
This is awesome. I wonder why you don't think they're poems; they are!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem as it touches the very soul of our daily contemplation about life.