Several attempts today
Do things, be efficient
Yet ending up doing chores
Again and even more
Not much I can say
When one is deficient
Even writing was delayed
And painting cancelled
The day was worthless
I know for sure I am wrong
Yet, I wondered all the way
Attempts at doing things
Knowing time passes
Feeling like moved by strings
Yet trying to keep my compasses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem