It's a necessity I must do Everyday confronted with a choice Continue to run round and round Like a hamster on his wheel Running but not keeping up Someone resets the goal Dressed in flowing white robes With his relentless presence The sand filled hour glass Turned over and over Maybe one more time just for me. The faster I run the longer the distance I'm old, short of breath and my legs ache. Yet I'll stay in the game Until there's no one left To tell when the race will end.
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I would like to translate this poem
Confronted with a choice! Nice work.