Born in the cradle of fleeting time at a particular moment
Somewhere between the past and the future called present
Ever since become I have a wanderer following the future
Always step behind no matter what I do how much I endure
Magician is the river of time as it winds and bends its course
Turning the present into past and present into future in terse
Even with the eyes open one cannot see the change day or night
Matter it don't even with expectation amazing is time in its flight
Wrapped I am all around in chains of time and I cannot escape
Invisible it is to touch or to feel or to breathe or to see its shape
Choice was not mine to embark on this journey it was destined
Again don't know why I was put in this path that is challenged
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, like it, a great write. mayu i invite you to read my new poem called, Flow Of Hate.