I think I lost it again,
Whatever purpose to whatever ends
And by all means
I think I tend
to lose it most when I have just begun
I think I lost it again
Whatever purpose to 'whatever' friends
And by all means
I think I tend
to lose it most when nothing undone.
I think I lost it again
Whatever purpose to dulling sense
And by all means
I keep on tripping, on words and thoughts that keep me slipping
The future sees no truth in me,
The past is quiet as lilac trees,
The present just doesn't bother with me,
What I lost I think over again,
"I think I lost it again, "
Though all these thinks are just in my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sue S. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.