Doomed to a life of indecision under clouds of ebony
and gray, emotional turmoil wrests life's strength
and tosses it upon tidal waves during stormy upheavals.
Yet, during interims of memories, we constantly
fluctuate from joy and laughter over what we remember,
to sudden, unbidden thoughts of suicide.
How can life continue an uphill climb towards individual destiny and fate?
Pertinent facts are gathered into vats to be looked at
or read at later dates, yet answers can never be found
to tally any of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Upon tidal waves! ! Nice work.