Every day I go by the name Martel Alexis.
If the name meant something, why do others have it?
So I shall go on as man, child or boy.
I live with no soul.
I think with no brain.
I sleep but do not dream,
I love but do not trust.
i envy myself as others envy the world.
So as all the thoughts ramble through my mind,
The one thing I notice is,
Do I exist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem