What you did today, you perhaps might do again
And again and again until the action becomes ingrained.
What you thought today, you perhaps might think again
And again and again until the thought is forgotten one day.
What you dreamed today, you perhaps might not dream again
And again and again until the dream recurs one Friday's four am
What you wished today, you perhaps might wish again
And again and again until the wait falls into decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different poem but the fact is like that.