Arranging and restructuring levels of thought as
years continue moving forward, no inkling of how
time has any relevance to humanity.
For individuals have taken what they think time
is, only putting a leash on it, like walking a
dog.
Yet, there's no meaning to time other than what
individuals have contrived in order to keep their
appointments and agendas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem