When all I write and I'm no more
my words will live on as I explore
all that lies beyond the stars
that I've always wondered about.
My mortal self knows why I write.
But my eternal self, not in my sight,
is perplexed and filled with doubt
as to why my thoughts alive today
will be left behind to find their way
into the hearts of those that live
that are fond of other's rambling thoughts
that jump from place to place.
My eternal self will finally face
the end of my thinking when I wrote.
And so I'll leave with this one quote.
"It's not important what I say.
But it is important that I found a way
to express myself while here."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem