Laying in by nature where I lay,
awaiting anything before I start the day.
I know the times from way before,
the way that was the same.
Was there any point?
Today it might be there-
but it's still and it's still bare;
I need your direction anyway-
I tried to stay alive today-
but I need your direction anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem