Sunrise, sunset, every day the same, only different
colors and hues set in brand new ways.
Life dangles itself in retrospect, thinking and
sleeping at intervals - unchanging.
There are many inventions being wrought as people
imagine everything to make life easier.
Nondescript assignations lay alongside roadways,
hoping to be picked up and brought into a reality
of sorts.
Talent of every kind beckons imagination to open
like a parachute and entice the entire world's
population.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem