Life is...fleeting...
Moments fly like butterflies and passing thoughts
No one considers
In this endless line of seemingly continous patterns
The everyday monotony
That makes spouses cheat and people fall from beaten path
Just to break from that which is suffocating them
But my morals keep me here,
Strap me down like binding vines
That push me into the ground of mediocrity
And fasten me to a pre-assembled destiny
Perhaps this life is not mine to lead.
Perhaps it will be too easy.
Maybe I'm having everything handed to me
And the only struggle is learning to accept that I can always win
Or that I'll never win
Not really.
These moments that bring me to revelations
Are little more than nails in my eternal coffin
And you will lie with me, dear
Yes, you will lie down with me here
And when I make my final stand
Will you be here?
Or will you be gone, so far away...
Where not even God can reach you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the title very smart.... All the best Roger