I've been walking around with a coin in my pocket
I carry it with me wherever I go
I'm grinding this life 'til a lover might rock it
I've been saying much more goodbyes than I'm saying hello
I've been searching this life for a rhyme and a reason
I'm trying to live by the rules of my heart
Leading me here, it is guilty of treason
But I'm just its servant, I'm playing my part
And in the silent night I know where this road is taking me
And I can finally see
This coin is not for me
And in the end I won't pretend
I have done the best I can
I'll pay the ferryman
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of destinations unknown? of trying to lead a good life! ..........well penned.