I run from love in pursued of love
I seek my own peace
I hurt a heart to heal another
I seek to do good
I reject company and accept solitude
Society is strange, I make my own rules
But,
Time spins so fast
Clouds hang too low
Colours change too soon
And I'm lost In a maze
Peace I never find
Good I never do
The feeling that my righteousness is sinful haunts me all time
Only had I followed the art
I wouldn't have played this part
Time spins on, I'm still learning about life
Looking back I feel sorry, feels like I bother people just by living
I ache. The hurt I see in others,
Makes me pray for perfection
The next time I start to put down or withdraw
Or be indifferent toward someone
I hope Christ, the compassionate receiver reminds me with thorough awareness
How much I have hurt when I felt rejection.
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