As i ramble by, the forest beckons me.
Down a familar path i go
The birds come and sit then flit
their song is sweet, but not sung for me!
i keep thinking about you, babe,
as the water flows by
my eyes swell, but never cry
i wonder where the water flows
i wonder where it goes
Some say time is a river
this causes me to shiver
For here i'm froze
Where does it go, where does it flow
Back to the city streets i go
there's one i'm to meet
I walk slow, iv'e met her before
To like her is easy, loving her improbable
a few hours i spend
Wondering; should i have come at all.
Now i'm in a little deeper
with guilt, i make a promise to return
The walk home was long
too much thinking to do
i speak to no one
at the forest, i'm gone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem feels lonely, a sad poem indeed.