You keep saying that
you want to go
And that you’re
going to go:
But you never go.
Occasionally you try,
But you never
really go.
We, both of us, have
let our hearts’ ambitions
Fade into
the dark obscurity
Of yesterday
and settled for the
Imperfections
and familiar comforts
Of laziness and broken dreams
And undefined ambitions
Unfulfilled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem