Asking for no assistance, running through days with strong
resistance, hoping to pass all daily routines with the
least amount of stress.
Going along, attempting to do the impossible, letting go
if nothing can be done.
Living on the edge, playing with loaded dice and marked
cards, eventually beating their odds - although stacked
against me.
Minutely searching for anything which will help me get
through another day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem