Exhausting all possibilities on the road of life as
it tends to want to bring the arms of death around
at every turn.
Refusing to fall into traps it lays, carrying on as
if not even seeing it waiting there.
There's just too much that needs to be accomplished
before going willingly into the beyond.
Even though it's where I'd prefer to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem