In a corner of my mind
A form of DNA looks to escape amusement
Is no more a ubiquitous urgency in shadows?
Silence playing sorts with empty thoughts
Time escapes through lightless stairs
No railings of former lonelier experiences
I coin a phrase into a slot of my brain
Words I never heard are expurgated loosely
Leaving no sharp edges to circumnavigate
Is it the true nature of man to hide the truth?
A cobweb being the architect of this mystery
Should I feel crazy for this intemperance?
Do I slide into a dark abyss as a stranger of expectation?
Or do I just wake up and smell the roses
I guess I’ll never know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem