Wandering aimlessly throughout intellect, knowing
truths of life just by living it in thought.
Always being alone, knowing there are no steps to
be taken into anything else that matters.
Looking across the horizon, thinking of elements
of chemistry and allowing them room as I walk
towards death's realms.
Knowing that life is a solitary stance with nothing
more to be added, only taken away in the end.
Surviving out of sheer stubborn determination and
writing poetry, I wander aimlessly throughout
intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem