We're going on to the road
With no traveler's purse
Beside our hands, only
Clothing that bear
Our boring names
And surnames.
We must go now
For the road to nowhere
Retains a solitary mood
Of oppression
And digression.
We must take away our blues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is kind of a mental preparation program. The last leap of the road is all that matters.Nothing else can help us on this road except for a strong mind.