Perhaps we should just take a stroll
along the same path of old
where the journey of pain began
and left us in this controversy of the sun
It talked of the moon as of our race
It said between us and the stars there was no space
It took us to the river of dreams
It said everything would be in stream
with our beings and our feelings
Perhaps we should take a long break
off this break we are having
Or maybe we should dance to the fake
tune of passion we shared growing
Otherwise let us leave the birds to sing
whilst we take shade
and bear out our souls in lip sinc
It will sure make our sorrows fade
Or maybe we should stand by the lake
and deep breaths take
Perhaps it will listen to our sighs
and maybe weaken our weaknesses
But then we have all these tried before
We have, anytime we walked out the door
Yet it has always brought us
to this outburst of 'deja vuish' fuss!
Perhaps we are not near the stars just enough
Maybe we have been taking the wrong lake
Is it that we should be the birds themselves?
Or should we group ourselves in twelves?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem