A ten year rut is empty
like the garbage after the pick up day.
When will someone come to pick
up the garbage in this trash heep?
A rut is so empty it leaves you exhausted.
You don't want to get up, move, sneeze, or
do anything that tells you that you exist.
You want to just be left alone.
I would not wish this on anyone.
It becomes harder and harder to
make something happen year after year.
Please no one follow my path of self destruction.
Walk away from my course and find a good one.
Us mine as an example against how to live.
I may be good for a goo thought or two
every once in a while, but that is about it.
This is no way to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem