Life is a lonesome night train
of empty cars
on immutable tracks;
only God knows where.
A rolling thundering chaos
that screams, rattles and bellows;
each movement echoes
in an endless blackness.
And,
guided only by a single piercing light,
it plows headlong into a great unknown
as if it really knows where it is all going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem