No way through the roads that i pass.
No light infront of my life.
what was written is not done.
And what will be done is not supposed to be done.
Am of the past.
That can't apprehend the present.
Men of the world.
Travel to the sky.
That nights don't sleep.
Am of the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem