Searching the world, looking for answers found in a front yard.
Spreading entangled responses like jelly upon bread, daily rectifying life as it slowly turns away.
Pontificating and rising with each remark, no where to go, no one to see.
Life is such a dark mark shutting out hours and days belied with strife.
Taking away countless tasks - fruitless - ubiquitous at best.
Noticing inner torment stretching and easing itself in a gentle passing wind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem