i will be passing from this world
in a little stopover
this place of mess and Mesmer
for me to get a pass to another world
perfect as they say
sorrow less and infinite
i know what i have to offer
good deeds, and everything from love,
and the faith that must never fade
i am waiting for the next door to open for me
look at me in my silent selfishness
oh, this excitement that i cannot speak
and share
with you
not minding about the series of the pains anymore
setting aside patches of pleasures
thinking about the next train
the final destination
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem