We were in serendipity and in search for it now
All that could be said had been said already
Sometimes you try too hard, you just go for it
But all that passion must mean something
Sometimes you roll on over off you go
Sometimes you love the comfort of your beaten walls
Forbidden views and pitied or frowned upon
Sometimes you learn to love the choices you make
Sometimes its dawning now and you’re still awake
Times when you roll on over start your day
Sometimes you like to play little games with yourself
That’s alright, we all do it do it now and then
Sometimes we like to show who we really are
Who try not to find some sense with every breath
Just try and roll on over in your depths
Sometimes you fly off the lid and hit the bars of a cage
But you have no wings; you will never forget how to fly
Sometimes it’s hard to breathe in the mess that you left
The mess of everything that could be your pride
Might as well roll on over, colored in stains
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beauty Debanjan. Thanks for sharing.