Days stretch for weeks in youth
Just as summer lasts forever,
But the more youth fades away
The more this splendid time will sever
A bare routine becomes the norm
Sucking time and leaving me blank.
New experiences create a storm
in my mind, my ultimate home.
My solitude is my heroin
So peaceful and so deadly.
I wish its grip was not so tight
So my life could be a medley.
Sadly a fear deters me
To venture beyond what I know.
That fear of rejection and failure
Always makes me feel too low
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem