It's late and I am away from my bed,
The night will soon turn into the morning,
And then I will decided to rest my head,
And tomorrow I will do the same thing,
My waking hours are long and weary,
During this time I feel so unfullfilled,
I cannot see my purpose so clearly,
My time awake to me is just time killed,
I know later that I will feel just fine,
When I find that thing I've been searching for,
I suppose I'll have to give it some time,
Then maybe my life will not be a bore,
I guess untill then I'll do as I said,
Heading back home now I'm going to bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem reminds me alot of a poem I have written.