Sometimes,
It feels like its`
All planned for you.
Whatever you feel.
The road is different,
From yer sentimental heart.
Away from you.
Sorry to say,
Sometimes?
Wishing I wasn`t laden
With this moment.
It was just a bad nightmare,
Without end.
Filtering into the ether.
Not another trial,
Just wind movements and rain.
Longing for a break.
The sun is summer and is coming.
It always will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem