It need not be 'and' or 'or',
There's room for both,
And so much more.
Closeted, our life grows staid,
Bound to tracks that habit laid.
We yearn for change, we yearn for 'more',
Yet trawl the paths we've walked before.
At close of day, when darkness calls,
Do we rejoice, or hold remorse?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem