We know what time keeps going. That one day our time will come to an end. Though we act like we are going to live forever. But what is worse living in a timeless world inside our mind or looking at every minute of time that passes us. Who knows what is best? Could there be a balance that we could create with this? Would people even want to create a balance? Because there is not any balance within me. Tell me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Jessica H. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.