Playfully acknowledging the ineffectual lapses of time,
continuing throughout space.
Steering life in directions we feel we should be
traveling, ignoring the best paths already laid out
before our birth.
Taking respect and dignity from hand to hand, tossing
it about, neglecting our duties to others and self.
Noting practices of allowance, keeping in tune with
nature's balance, failing to thrive anyhow, cemented
in fear, tipped over and spilt out upon the floors of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem