Of late I have wandered around in circles
I have managed not what is required.
Futile in my thoughts i have wished for peace,
yet i can not remember why.
Of late I have asked myself the same questions.
I have asked why I do what I do.
I have asked why I love the way I love.
I have asked why I asked these questions.
Of late I remember nothing of yesterday,
I fear not of what will come tomorrow,
and care less of my days actions.
I am in a forgetful state of mind
Of late I have realized that I have nothing
I have everthing, I have peace of mind.
I conjure up images of you and me and life.
I dream of what is not and shall never be.
Of late I have gone as I have come,
I have left what was not,
I have become what never was.
I am nothing, yet i am all there is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem