Taking things back to where they were
Is one of men's fantasies
That never see reality
'Was' is history
'Is' is opportunity
'Will' is probability
Dream is no guarantee for longevity
Visions are not void of failures
Or cut out of being cut off
Let every breath bear purpose
The moist hatch a goal
Scenes don't linger
But stories are for act
The head is never out of ink
The mind's chatter never blink
The past is too much a burden
For yet to come is yet a version
The present is but enough laden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem