I write
for one reason:
to maximize my chances for survival.
if I can do it differently
I would not add a word on top of what I wrote.
if I am
given
the option
to look at Eileen
or to write.
hey!
I will choose the first option.
It is free;
not that free!
but I have the chance
to create my home fences
with the blue of Eileen eyes.
it is like owning a lake, or an ocean;
and
I like to look at a lake thinking
it is an ocean.
I like to feel water,
the rain,
the dew, and the fog.
I like the
snow as an option.
If you add the human
elements
or Eileen elements.
that is the perfect opium I need
to explore and win over
the hardship of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem