I have chosen to follow blindly
the avenues of thought
that find me wandering aimlessly
among the dearms of yesterday.
I have sought the path of fools
in the interest of life
and stand firm in the belief
that tomorrow never comes.
I am commited in faith
to the releams of reason
and lost and wondering
at the causes of concern.
I am deaf not to the cries
of those that go unheard
but rather saddened
by the counted sorrows they endure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great it is a nice poem