Counting seconds of life, taking them all in stride.
Wishing for hope to become present and functioning
in my time.
Wanting to be a part of something grand and wonderful,
feeling a presence of regret, demonstrating it's grief
and sorrow instead.
Forming new and ancient patterns in a moment, forging
destiny in a gregarious way, while holding on to this
day's life force and mediocrity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem