You’re moving
Forward, unwavering
And I’m here
Hold the ground
Never move an inch
It’s not the past
Where I live
But the present
Is too unattractive
So here I stand
In the borderline
Of what you call memory
And the thing called reality
Never know what’s real
Never care to feel
Just live, and pass the day
Until it all, slowly goes away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem