Back and forth,
Back and forth,
The swing of life,
Goes back and forth.
Fast and slow
Fast and slow,
The swing of life,
Goes fast and slow.
I stop and go,
I stop and go,
My swing said,
'I stop and go'
The longer I sway,
The slower I go,
I have stayed,
And now I know
That once my flow
Will start to slow,
I will stop—in the middle.
I am not good,
And will not be evil.
I am not both,
I am the middle.
A feeling to feel,
When you do not know.
A paradox— the unsolvable,
I call it the flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Enjoyed.