Sitting still, watching the time go
For hours, like a rock, I sat still.
By boredom, in my mind, it sows
Morbid perplexing thoughts, seals
For I will never forget;
These thoughts that briefly crossed my mind;
Morbid, not because it concerns death;
But a possibility that winds
On and on, a purposeless
Life, for what good is living
If not for a reason it's useless
Might as well live like a rock sitting.
Have a purpose, live for something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem