Recommending periods of rest and relaxation comes
easily in words, not so in finding time to do it.
Always having things to see and do, projects that
need to be completed, and life to be lived explicitly
whenever possible.
Drumming our way down pathways of existence, falling
into canyons filled with scorpions ready to attack
and take it all away from us in the blink of an eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem