Eka honda wedak, neda?
Yes it would
have been a good thing.
It would still be a good thing
Though the good thing disappeared
A long time ago, at that indiscernible moment
When present turns into past without our knowing.
Our lives are full of anarchy, our loves come
Close behind. Where there is unfinished business
We keep looking for closure, as if some one else
Could ever wrap up something that they never started.
It’s asking altogether too much I know.
Yet it’s impossible to
make a new beginning
Once you have already begun, once you have
Been strung out on the curls of the starlight,
Once you have started the silent barefoot walk
Along that disappearing road, where you find yourself thinking,
It would have been a good thing, no?