You run away but you still stay still
You can make a hole but at the end it will fill
You can always look but you never see
You find what you can do but it's a thing you can't be
In the end all seems lost
Even things that are free always have a cost
People may be gone but they never disappear
You may not be afraid but you still have fear
You can light a fire but it will still be dark
Accuracy may occur but the arrow doesn't hit its mark
You have something but it can just as easily leave
And the smallest mountain comes with a heave
In a book comes a finished story yet the story will never end
You think you are healed but the wound will never mend
Mess something up but it will stay in shape
For those who fly away never really escape
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem