If there's a path you cannot fathom,
If there's a route you don't believe in,
I'll take your hand, I'll not guide you
I'll just show you another part of you.
No one here's satisfied, all are denied
Like deadlights in the night sky,
All are chemically unbalanced
Lust fills each lonely visionless eye.
…Each heart is filled with lonely echoes
We're deceitful little children lain-
Clutching, talking about contract-
Cell phones waving hands from the shadows…
If there's a path you cannot fathom,
If there's a route you don't believe in,
It leads always potentially to me
I'll take your hand, I'll not guide you
I'll just show you another part of you
That part of you, you haven't yet
Haven't yet, come to understand.
A javelin one that follows a hand-held lead
But takes it owns course command.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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