The days fly by,
Like I'm not there.
I try to catch it,
But I reach for air.
My world a blur,
I can't explain.
I can't tell what's next,
The wind or the rain.
My momnets are clear,
I know what I do.
Still when it is all done,
I can't believe that it's through.
Time is no more,
Like a bird it flies.
But I'm in one place,
As a cops would lie.
My head is a mess,
A jumble of things.
I want to get away,
My soul sprouts wings.
Still I'm stuck in this world,
With no were to go,
Sure I like it here.
But I wish it were slow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem