Again alone I am
walking by myself down dark streets
alone even with all my friends
alone without the helper
alone again preparing for the end
not now but sometime
streetlights one, two, three, four, and more
I pass under them all but yet its still dark
not seeming to really leave a mark or trace
all i do gets erased
and done again
its hard to keep going
when it all seems a little pointless in the end
but travel alone
travel again back down the road
again and again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem