blinded by sight, i look into things
being in it or too close to it, i obstruct it.
i arrange it, it shatters
again i try to arrange, so it may somehow relates to me
but by my slightest glance, it collapses in me,
leaving me to dwelve in dark.
it's not tiresome uptil one smells and sings fresh distractions.
now former is distant and
in later you are absorbed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
This definitely describes to me how life can be really complicated no matter how you rearrange it, well done :)