Turning inwards to look back upon the video of life,
seeing it's fleeting moments pass quickly by.
No way of pausing or stopping it's progression on a
daily basis, no sympathy even for an empathetic
stance.
Dredging up it's past does not rely on future steps
beyond the moment of existence being lived at this
very moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem