Lonely ringing, echoing throughout the halls of being - not catching or holding on to anything meaningful.
An empty wasteland stretching out towards eternity - never filling any needs - never giving any aid.
Silently set apart from those blinded by their own importance - standing always on the edge of discovery - someone little - someone small - someone learning the meaning of what life was meant to be.
Knowledge beyond years hides quietly within, not daring to upset the scheme of things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem