It is a road,
The easiest way,
From one place,
To Another.
A hard surface,
For desires,
Obligations, and frantic,
Action.
The road is a narrow,
Sea,
Rolling with hidden,
Danger.
And all the adventure,
Of new cities,
Unfamiliar voices,
And death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death, the last adventure..lol; or alternatively, the object of life is death..I like your style very much.