I gaze out the back window
Watch the world go by
The tragic beauty of the cello
Plays as rain clouds fill the sky
One retrospective glance
Could be any man's downfall
The future will advance
But the past will make you crawl
You can't look to the future
If you're blinded by the past
Seemingly so sure
It is but wind in your mast
Like a boat fighting the sea
Let your past compel you,
Motivate you, set you free
But wake up, get a clue!
You can't get back what's gone
She's not coming back to you
You'll just have to move on
I think you know it's true
I know this may seem caustic
Without her you don't feel complete
Just the thought makes you feel sick
But letting go is bitter-sweet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem