Here is the beginning of management:
The most we strive for is oblong and linear
Inside our damaged days and nights of splendor.
Do not crash into another car then erase another
Man when he is too bright and clever for your sight.
The romance of clearing claws and raising a child
Fetches a bundle of tears that never become your shadow.
This going from one place to another resides
In the tubes of thought.
Here we have become a selfless struggle
To eliminate the wrong of an easy road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem