My will.
What is it?
Am I free from my will?
It is sure I am not the will.
So many things
I am doing by force
Even against my will.
Where is my will at this time?
I exist
Without my will
Is also true.
But where am I?
This very question
I failed to understand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem