The only reason why it is there,
In the first place...
Is because you wanted it.
Or at least it was allowed.
If it was not indeed desired...
Why is it there?
And when did you recognize,
It wasn't meant for you?
Before or after,
It had exhausted its satisfaction?
Or...
When you began to realize,
You were personally affected.
And if that is the case,
When did you wake up to notice it?
Just now?
Or has it been a while.
Either way...
It's there to stay!
Since it is obvious,
You had to wait for a thought to process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem