From a Ferry to a Rollercoaster to what comes ahead,
A mind that knows not everything to what it has read,
Sometimes a coin that always flips until it's about time,
Sometimes a game where I still not know the Rhyme,
From time in time I faded past into a watchful dignity,
Let me tell once and for all: I never forgot thy infinity,
For now and then, and then and now I know you know,
You will ever forget me; just you know I will never say no,
Why should I trust you, for all I know you came to me,
As a mirage that I want to see; to get the Hanging Tree,
The gravity of the Future overpowered the fabric of Now,
A hole where ironically I depart, but none shall enter anyhow,
From that singularity came a transformation into, I guess,
A blissful; a miserable; an Illusion: I have become Timeless.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem