Everything in the future would always give away into the past,
ahead of you, nothing will last,
time isn't slow but isn't fast,
it's somewhere between there,
a spell it does cast.
the future is once present and the then suddenly it becomes the past,
memories form and stay in hope of lasting,
but sadly some fade away into a forgotten experience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem