shall i ask myself
again the same question
shall i stop? do i have
a word for quitting?
shall i lie to myself
about this exhaustion
this exasperation for
another desperation?
how can life refuse living?
i have sided with life
and will always be on its
side despite. So here i
am and you are bored and
shall soon disregard my
pleadings. But don't you
worry and do not mind
i had always been alone
be it dancing under the
moon or swimming at night
in the nearby lake
i am pleased with myself
and shall live with myself
soon i will forget you
and will not remember any
thing about you. I have
long learned this:
i am a stone. I am
a rock. I am another
island, another lonely
song. Do not mind me.
For i am just myself.
without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem