Tiptoeing around life, peeking into it's cavernous depths, wondering what is hidden there.
Is there someway to take from it and build it safer and better in the long run?
Thoughts crawl around, entering the darkness, finalizing patterns of yesterday, while making more mosaics today.
Creating everything so quickly that life is suddenly ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem