Time to take not to give
Time to break not to live
Time to stay and not to leave
Time to sway not to believe
Top of a mountain, edge of a tulip
It seems all aspire ascending the same tip
But some look down at those who look up
Some know no debt, some sweat, some stop
All ask questions, during, before and after
Some hearts filled with tears, other tainted laughter
What haven't I done to be like the other
When one day, he must've been my brother
Why should I be punished and is it deserving?
I served the other while others are self-serving?
I sever none and severed more with more in store
He dies young while old, and I old while younger?
He needs me and I know he does, but speech mode mute
If I ask him anything, he gives me the best answer "you are cute"
I wonder if time ever becomes an eyelash flip universe
How would the rich feel when flip happens and they're on the reverse?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem