sometimes i think,
upon a deeper thought,
that nothing will change
for the better anymore.
and when this happens
i feel like a boy sinking on the
deep ocean
with no hand to help
that i die at an instant
and sink to the bottom
in all deadly
silence
and that perhaps there
with the sands and
darkness
dignity finally comes
in the form of
a rock.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem