Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.
There is no end
No end to humanity.
May we not dream?
May we not pretend?
Emapthy awaiting,
Waiting for the end.
I like LIfe SOmetimes seems unreal....or so we hope it to b!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this; the simple lines, the rhymes, the end. Nothing humble here; it's perfect.