From the middle of nowhere,
I'm walking alone...
From this thick fur of mine,
I'm freezing to the bone.
Sight of darkness,
Sign of sadness...
Howling for mercy!
No reply, I see...
Because I'm alone wolf
Stray from the pack.
Nothing to be exact,
The land is black!
(Feb 14,2003)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a tough life for those who choose to be nonconformist and unconventional. But, you are your own man, and there is a lot to be said about that.