I perceive nothing,
This or that
Has no meaning.
Is it my
Helplessness, my dear?
That I know not.
Still I desire a lot.
No vengeance and nothing,
Let me give a chance,
Let me perceive the truth.
And what is the truth?
Am I going to meet my end?
That I know not, my dear,
See still I am here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought your words were spot on...I guess it is human nature as we all perceive differently... Sorry I am new to this site and am having a bit of difficulty traveling in a condusive manner.