I got one more
Before I walk out this door
With wings ready to soar
Thoughts ever crossing the mind
As the sand shifts so does the time
Its a ready set go
Always in a rush
Just slow down and take it all in
Your surrounding so breath taking
Your needs to be more kind
A refined taste
With only whispers of haste
Stale is this race
It is but an empty space for the mind
A blankness with a god awful stare
Are we ever prepared
For what hangs in the air
Welcome to limbo
Please enjoy your stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem