My life passes by,
Like a tropical storm.
As I always ask why.
Do I have to be like this.
Is there no other way?
Is there something I miss?
Can I be my own,
While others like me?
Or do I have to be like stone?
Cold and fearless,
Hard and emotionless.
Dead and lifeless.
My life passes by,
Like a cold winters night.
As I always ask why.
Is there a path,
That I have to follow?
It all goes so fast.
Do I have to feel,
This unstoppable sadness?
Do I have to be like steel?
Bendable and stainless,
Strong and heartless,
Dead and feelingless.
My life passes by,
Like thief's in the night.
As I always ask why.
Is there a way,
To escape this madness?
Or do I have to pay.
Do I have to make a stand,
To give myself a chance?
I can't because I'm like sand.
Scared and Shapeless,
Loose and pointless,
Dead and meaningless.
My life passes by,
Like death in the end,
As I always asked why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem