The doer becomes the one more pressured,
To push ahead.
Regardless of the obstacles,
The doer removes.
Or the heat the causes sweat to drip,
From the doer's face.
With it understood,
There are those awaiting...
To dissect steps taken.
No matter what direction,
The paving of a path takes...
As long as it is cleared to allow critique.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem