Run behind you
To over take
Goes it hopping?
To my front
It jumps to
To my back
Run to the aim
And it flees
And it changes
But in between
It plays and reminds
Making plans
Sleepless nights
Early mornings
Keeping in dreams
Run for express trains
Cut some links
Smiling a bit
Say bye in hast
In some moments
Victorious ends
Having a rest
Forget the key
In another seconds
It recalls back
Jump to the line
Run to the life
It has gone
But it is
To pass by
Power to the hope
Back to the past
Taking accounts
Up to the hill
Endless walk
To somewhere end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem