you think of a poem
and you try to write it
you doubt
how to start it
you wait
until you feel like
urinating
you think this is just a dream
or something
else like you are lost or something
you stand up
go outside the door
you run somewhere else
where no one sees you
and there
you empty what is full.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem