What could this thing mean now?
this thing called life
so real and nonexistent
could it be that i could have had this all along
the laughter and the joy
I ruined it, it took one second one mistake
could i get that back?
should i waste my time thinking and worrying
but how can i face them
i cant bare to see their disappointment
should i let life drag me with the flow
the flow of life same as water
will it travel far and keep traveling through cascades?
i wish i can fix this
i am so scared, what will my parents think
it was a mistake i didn't mean too
i wish i could take it back
i wish i would have obeyed
but now its fading to black
no hope there is no hope
should i drown? should i fight?
should i give up on
is it like it seems?
..will i ever get there respect back?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all make mistakes or do things we regret. Sometimes as we progress, hindsight makes us realise the path we chose, wasn't necessarily the right one. We can't always go back, but we can always fight for what we believe to be right.