I am patient
I wait for things to fall apart
so patient, I anticipate
the end before the start
I can feel the fire burning
but I only see the ash
and the matches used to light it
there is nothing more than that
There is simply nothing more
than the outcome I predict
and the catalyst that caused it
so the present is eclipsed
by this need to claim the future
all results must come from me
this control is too much power
far too great to let it be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem