I do not know where to run
but time is running out
so too I must run
with the wind before I am without
I travel the seas with the sharks
and fly gliding amongst eagles
listening to various people’s foolish remarks
shaking hands with the deceitful
combed a temptress’ hair with my finger tips
escaped the jaws of many vices
sung with the singer of wits
living off our song of pulchritude voices
tiptoed across a green field of snakes
trying to fill my flesh with their venom
a promiscuous woman traded my love for heart aches
then left with her youth to claim another victim
I went to war with invaders and self-righteous villains
and found the greatest foe in my shadow
I asked questions and received only crumbs for pigeons
remembered the past and thought about tomorrow
I now know where to run
but time is running out
so too I must run
with the wind for time I am without
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem