I know you would come to me,
So I wait for that destiny,
It’s a bit too long to wait for you,
I wish you came when I want you.
Life is a Markov chain,
We jump from state to state,
You are the absorbing state,
Go nowhere, once you’re at my gate.
Everyone wants you dearly some day,
Those who get you are never sad again,
They leave a few sad though,
But that’s the way to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem