TOPIC: Life between the paths

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, I translated it from it's original form- Hebrew. It's one of my favorite poems.