as i grow older exactly what is it that i am continuing to gain from life
even if half my dreams came true for a whole month
i would not be happy
that is the type of person i am
reality is a step farther then the transitory
rejecting all human dilutions of this creation
before you end up hating me
either forgive or forget me
because i'm a mystery if you name me you'll only limit your understanding
the way you see this world is like a clock ticking away at the wrong numbers
wouldn't it be better for you to stop and wait to sync with reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem