Sitting down in the tactturn room.
Counting the corners, hours gone.
I’ve put all my eges in one basket
And now the world is pulling me down.
I’ve count my chiken before I hatched them
And now I know enough is better than too much.
The burden is getting heavier and heavier.
I’m still in the starter of the river
It too far to the end.
Hours and days here I move slow,
But still no progress is like I’m on the same spot.
I tried to follow the river
To find that the sea is far to reach.
And not easy to climb the last mountain in front.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem