Just going along, doing my thing
Come what may, where it might lead
Upstream or down it matters not
Seeking peace but alone is what I need
Passing all by, unseen as a phantom
Near and afar, o'er the edge and back
A smoky thin ghost made of smoke
An unseen and unseeable enigma
Untouched and untouchable forever
Ever apart from the world around
No place in reality whatsoever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem