Justifying life in ways that only I can, wanting to
always begin at the end and proceed backwards just
to see how differently things look.
Mirroring back, I see events and videos of yesterday, beckoning to me.
Realizing all that I've done has always been the way
I've chosen on my own.
Leaving all details in the dust, just reaching forward
into the future, grasping satisfaction I so desperately
need in life.
Courting injustice to get it out of the way in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem