From the other side of where I am
A poem comes at me
Life dreamed and planned and hoped for
Is not what actually happens
We live in surprise and die in misplaced expectation
All we are
Is a moving toward the unknown
And we are to ourselves
An answer we did not ask for
A disappointment we did not dream to be our forsaking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem