It takes a sec.
To begin and never look back.
And a life time to worry.
And to live in the past and feel sorry.
What if will never be.
It should have been like that will leave you sad.
You can stop for a sec and think.
But it means nothing if it's all for nothing.
Before you think back, think now.
Ask yourself how come?
You never take that sec and think.
All you do is sink.
While you can think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, you are right Thabo, we are too busy to think and too impatient and, all the while, we keep sinking and sinking into confusion until we have lost our way and the art of thinking.