Когда было печальное настроение, написала следующее.

We live in this strange mythic world
It’s difficult to breath, to fly
There’s too much things untold.
This world is like the ocean
And we all need to swim
But there’s no land!
And at the end
We all have to sink

I am crying
I am dying…

Oh, it is the end, I feel
Oh, how could I deal
with it?

The Earth is going round and round
Some of us still stay and live
But some of us go out.
We should do things
We don’t like and know
But we are free
And all the time
We have the right to go

We are only
We are lonely!

Oh, down I’m falling.
Oh, for long I’m calling,
But I’m alone.
It lasts too long
Oh, how could I deal with it?
Oh, what should I do with it?

Это скорее не стихотворение, это и есть песня, которая звучала у меня в голове. И еще это мое первое английское произведение. Обычно я пишу на русском.