The Restlessness

For everything, an age comes, a time comes. This age is full of weird feelings but that doesn’t mean that each of them is to be accepted. Some feelings await time.

My heart, why do you get restless?

The paths you chose to leave today,

reluctantly from where you moved.

They’ll someday call you again,

and I won’t dare to stop you then.

When the time will pass gestures,

and people will pave your way.

When the slave in you will be set free,

from all the social imprisonments.

When your age will bring your time,

And your destination will make your ways,

Then you live, the life you want,

And the feelings, the love, you want to adopt.