When you're passing time
wondering about the complexities
of daily survival
You become disillusioned
by mundane circumstances
packed into your routine
It's not always exhilaration
when hours whisk away.
Sometimes it's trying
to make do with
what you have,
being punctual,
attempting to maintain the status quo.
Perpetual ramifications
sequester the day
with reluctance as you know
some things just have to be
managed excessively
while fate transpires
with a gushing
supreme distemper.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's life unfortunately, or rather that's existing in modern society. We're so busy trying to get by that we don't realize that we've passed by the important things in all of our haste.