I see decay and death in middle youth,
Remembering the shroud by each gray strand.
My heart is restless now, without an aim,
Because this is not what I once had planned.
I cannot speak the tongue I want to speak,
And cannot find a soul who'll understand.
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 6:59 AM UTC
I see decay and death in middle youth,
Remembering the shroud by each gray strand.
My heart is restless now, without an aim,
Because this is not what I once had planned.
I cannot speak the tongue I want to speak,
And cannot find a soul who'll understand.
