Walking highways alone and bereft of company, knowing that
no one can understand what is being gone through even though
they may try.
Lying awake, thinking, watching life slowly fade away into
distant renderings, soon to be left behind through no fault
of anyone.
Attempting to adjust ahead of time, not knowing if it will
be possible, life traveling beyond, nothing to be done, just
accepting the inevitable, nothing more to do.
Resigning self to the final episode in life, hoping to have
memories to keep us going until stepping onto that final
horizon.
Highway traveling on without us, as we watch it go beyond
sight and away from destiny in the end, awaiting the peace
of tomorrow in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem