Those who follow crumbs
Will never find bread
They’ll keep following the trail
Never be able to go back.
The crumbs that lead to something
Is something never known
Those who find it want to turn back
But have no where to go.
There are always people
Who follow another trail
They never see the crumbs
They don’t need to turn back.
Those who look for their breakfast
By following its trail
Never find it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very wise and deep poem..well done