My world is turned upside down, spins not allowing advancement: knowing at anytime ongoing events can end.
I must try to be patient with this ongoing matter, foreseeing ahead each problem set that might destroy those put efforts.
I need to create not disregard any features, composing other than dismantling given properties: restoring a firm pathway of certainty.
Only if I try will I be able to accomplish this task, regain some of those lost virtues taken from me: remind my inner self how great I was once.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem