Tangling, hanging in there, twisting, fulfilling a
destiny of it's own.
Forsaking the proprieties of ageless comaraderie,
slowly pushing forward, allowing time to take it's
turn.
Whatever is on the horizon, lies also in the mind,
focusing on life-long desires, finding needs,
unclaimed, inside.
Wherever someone finds themselves, beside, inside them,
is the person they once were and also the one they will
become before life is done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem