he running to the end of time, he doesn't know what road to go on.
he is losing it.
he doesn't know which one to pick.
then he see's his fear.
then he just starts to run he try’s to get away.
he cant deal with it trying to find a way out trying so hard.
he can't get away, ....
then he saw a light it was the end of his road,
but he doesn't want to go.
then he see's his fear again right be hide him
so he jumps for it.
he was it a pure light.... he was gone
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I would like to translate this poem