Life-long ambitions flare up and want to be fulfilled without reserve, yet we ignore them and find other things to occupy our minds.
Much to our detriment, later on in life, as we struggle doing things we'd rather not be doing.
In the end, regretting our forlorn decisions and merely existing in an abandoned corner of our worlds, alone, forsaking even ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem