Breaking windows, no longer wanting to see the shiny
reflections of shapes from the past.
Parting ways with silent visions always being partaken
from, living in yesterday's hallways, and traveling
constantly back and forth.
Never leaving the safety of what has always been known
for the jeopardy awaiting you in the unknown future
of destiny's life.
A beautiful mystery that you don't want to try and ful-
fill, because the fear of what may happen lessens the
anticipation of desires wanting once to be sated and now
not caring to be anymore.
Lessening the chances of failure happening, no serenity
in anything, no solace in opportunities that may or may
not be present in the end.
A future without any being, beginning and ending in a
vacuum, nonetheless being called life.
A breathless moment spent in hesitation and then it ends
alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem