I wondered through the sun
Where my steps were made to run
I planted a vineyard the rest is history
And work to favour my story
I take a journey a hard long journey
Without destination till I fulfill my destiny
I feel I have arrived when there's honey
But walk away once I'm unhappy
I looked behind the distance I have covered
Fair enough but no footprint to acknowledge
I wish I can make my sun stand still to recover
That I can right my wrongs for ages
I look at my watch and it favours the times
I wish I could turn back the hand of times
But wishes are not horses that I should ride
I pick up my pieces and swallow my pride
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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