Calculating, figuring, trying to anticipate what the
future may bring.
Making plans, filling agendas with things that aren't
really important to what will actually happen.
When we continue living and existing on earth, we are
relinquishing ourselves from the inevitability of life.
Being led only by our destinies, choices never really
mattering in the end, except those of choosing good or
evil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem