Why must every day be the same?
Must god and I play this game?
Does fate force me on this track?
Will these burdening thoughts be back?
Depression is an unrepentant litany I pray.
I read its scroll as it decrees all the tyranny.
They order my unmoving mission to mar my mind.
With the same energy, redirect outwardly
The reversal of such intoxicating negativity.
So do the little, overlooked things.
Greet that same face on the bus,
Though the route is always the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem