Hesitant to
take this
gamble.
But I have to.
Time can never be stopped.
I have to
Time can never be stopped.
I have to because
according to it running should be
walking.
Running is walking its way round.
Gasps.
Gasps,
Run for your wrinkles.
Gasps.
Run even though seconds only walk its way round
Running is walking.
And you won't even see your tomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem