Journey through life is a hard battle
And I just may end up another sad story
If my world crumble tonight
Wrap me up in a cheap white clothes
send me down back to the slum
In a wooden box
Dig up the soil and cover my deepest secrets
Don't let mother see me lifeless
dig the soil deeper
Only tell her I would return
As a pain that never leaves
or a bipolar disorder,
Tell father I chose his end right from the
very start
Tell my loved ones (if Any)that our
memories together already conquered death;
Tell the world I did my best,
I tried to be human,
I tried to be fair
I strived to live like an outsider
with a thousand thoughts inside
I would always come with the evening cool breeze,
Your road farer at night when it's darkest
I would live in the mirage
where you would see me coming
And only to feel my absence when I'm gone
But never will I be by your side
Till you embrace your end
Like I took mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem