He was born on the 3rd day of the 3rd month in the 93rd year
Born with blind ambitions created from his fear
Unfocused with no drive so the future isn’t clearer
Criticizes the world but doesn’t evaluate what’s in the mirror
Rational truth seeker but seeks what isn’t true
This is his false reality fate that is confused
A loner in the world even lonelier in his mind
Afraid of the inevitable he eventually must find
Death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem