How can I return
If I promised I wouldn’t run-yet ran.
How can I come
For there’s no words inside of me.
How can I raise my eyes
If I chose to stay near
The voices and the sounds.
And life between the paths
Is confusing and shaky
Where is a world without questions?
And of the tears that are no more
When trying to overcome (things)
Where is a world without dreams?
Hope you like this poem. My friend wrote it and it’s one of my favorite poems ever- although it sounds way better in its original language-Hebrew
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