The anxiety is eating me up inside Oh what will my future hold What if I can’t achieve my goals What if everyone starts thinking about me the way that I do Save
Wieso fühlt sich alles so an als wärs nicht wahr Und warum erscheint mir der Tag nicht klar Kann jemand diesen Nebel vertreiben Der meine Sinne trübt Save
Immer am Kommunizieren Und doch kein Wort gesprochen Die Regeln des Redens Ganz einfach gebrochen Save
The white sun is shining bright and cold On this winter day my thoughts unfold They build my wings and let me fly I never thought this was the way I’d die Save
I had to learn there are no saints in this world that I live in There are devils, liars, wars and fires. And no lover here to save me from doom. Save
William Wordsworth says that instead of living in a high-society, modern world, with up-to-date technology (blooming at the cost of nature), he would rather choose to be a low-born or ‘pagan-born’ and enjoy the scene of Proteus (the moon of the sea) rising from the sea.
William Wordsworth poems are highly inspired by his love for nature.