There is a certain force which blocks the mind
Its mysteries are still unknown to all mankind
It can change its shape, size, and form
But yet every time enters your mind
You know exactly what it is matter how it comes, or how it looks, no matter what time
It's not very stealthy, as you may have seen,
It can never get away with a false identity
No matter how clueless you are of your surroundings
This certain force will never sublime you
Yet this certain force can be deceiving
But only when it enters through your breathing
It enters your brains and stops your straight thinking
It even makes your heart starts beating
Beating faster your heart will go
To the sound of a ravenous tune
Your head will spin
And you'll become thin
And fade into a world dominated by this force
Which plays that ravenous tune
The ravenous tune of confusion——
I presume
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem