There comes a time.
There always comes a time.
Whether it comes for you, or someone else.
The time always comes.
No one remembers the time.
They all just get lost in it.
For when the time comes.
The time ceases to exist.
We get propelled into a time loop.
Replaying the past.
Or rewriting the future.
Remember when the time comes.
Let it come and never let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem