Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
With its lost dispel
Can’t fall apart
With every other way
We will know where to start
In time how it'll play
Though so much is still going
Leaving much too soon
Without we now about it knowing
Halfway to the moon
Spin spin to the gray dust
Spinning wheel of time
For everything must turn to rust
Soon after its prime
Yesterday comes just to go
Filling in the empty ways
You will be until you know
How it gives and how it pays
Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
With its lost spell
What it is that makes us feel?
Turn our way to see clear
So much on shoulders to be real
This becomes another year
For everything must turn to rust
Spinning wheel of time
You have means to give and trust
Two ways of each dime
Tomorrow might never come
Everything is of misty air
Where it goes or comes from
Is sometimes all too unclear
We will know where to start
If we follow and obey
It’s the beat of our own heart
If we listen to its solid play
Can’t fall asleep
On to the forgotten place
Can’t fall asleep
Because there are too many ways
To turn everything on
That it still won't be over and done
Only time will tell
Nothing completely all of a sudden gone
In its lost carrousel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully crafted on an abstract thing.