The quality of life spent
is the totality of time
not wasted on self-indulgences
but who knows how to spend?
Time goes by in undiminished
speed - same as for everyone
All are given equal quantity
but not all know how to bend...
The measure of effectiveness
may not be actual time spent
but the volume that is wasted
on nothingness, which matters...
All can gain speed with time
when just idling on a thought
debating with self, alone in a car
waiting for traffic light to turn
Thinking of someone in a room
mind works free without activity
hatching a poem, self-awakening
in so much beauty in the making...
Speeding on a motorbike
a boy encounters eternity
mind clicking, no time is wasted
with creativity and commitment...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem