Still hesitating, wanting to join in and let self go,
something always holding me back, never fully entering
life for some reason unknown to a conscious mind.
Relatively seeking images of yesterday, hoping to find
one with a reason for being so shy and reserved.
Taking care to hide constantly, from whom I am inside,
yet always hoping to join in one way or another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem