Pointless.
Needless.
And useless to respond.
To a nonsense known.
Yet permitted to allow oneself,
Giving it fuel to go on prolonged.
Those participating to be involved,
Are not seeking ways to solve...
Whatever began to know it wrong.
But an addiction wishing a fix,
Will return to get that need and quick.
Until the next,
Pointless yet permitted nonsense to feed...
Is achieved to feel relieved,
An accomplishment of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem