Traipsing slowly through enlightenment, trying to find my way through the darkness of insensitive, unknowing people.
Starkly searching for something more, yet never coming close to what I actually need to exist.
There's no avenue open to me as I stroll through the gardens of eternity, not finding my way back home, and I fall upon the ending days of my lone existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem