You truly never know
Where you come from and where you go.
It's broad day now but next comes thick night
Only a blink of an eye
And you go far far beyond sight.
As long as the lights glow
Sometimes steady, sometimes flickering
Let's not fuel worries nor ever dwell on glories
Worries but spiralling emotions
And glories momentary show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem