Can you believe the amount of time we think about things,
And every decision you make another situation it brings.
How many hours I have thought over situations with men,
With everything I have been through I wonder how I can.
Why do I stay in situations past the expiration date,
How can so much pain in life be called fate?
I constantly judge myself and my actions and why,
In the end I’m not really happy with their reply.
So I spend constant hours thinking for this in the end?
My life I still haven’t figured out how to comprehend.
Wasted hours wasted time wasted thoughts consume my mind,
In the end just the answer I was wishing to find.
But honesty is sometimes just – and sometimes late,
With my mind I’m still in a constant debate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, this is deep. Very true. Our minds constantly race and we don't even realize all the time we waste! I love this! !