At this point in time
run upon this wheel
called time
Seeing each gear
wind and grind
mind filled twine
hemp the knot
cannot find each
line no matter
how hard I
search
Of all that's been written
contradiction
I would take back some few
yet much more than the words
if I could but I cant
still I try and yet cry
lost am I to the well
the staff humbled so
now you are seeing
a fraction of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem somewhat comforting. take care.