Everybody seems to be in somebody's life...
With opinions to critique,
And exhaust one's frustrations...
That repeatedly affirms conflict.
To travel further...
Far from that peace to keep undisturbed in one's mind.
And trying with an overtime done to find it symbolized.
Hoping to recognize it when it comes.
But...
Will it be accepted?
Or has it already been rejected,
To be dismissed as not impressive enough to idolize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem