Fading into space is this wheel of heat,
Turning into a ball the wheel is rolling to compete;
This sport carries no winning or defeat, the whole
Unique work will endanger the sport of a hellhole.
The sport is fine once mastered, by the astronauts,
By the captains and generals with afterthoughts.
Anybody with dreams contained in their mind
Becomes in real jeopardy of staying behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem