you chose without doubt
an inconvenient life
you think your arms are stronger than steel
that there is nothing slippery on your hold
your hands are spiders
you must have prepared for this
i have nothing to say
and will never say what i think are whales
in my mind
you have chosen the cross in the Calvary
mistaking everything as love
or Christlike
you bleed into your own death
everyone stares at you with sadness
asking
' Can he make it?
Is fate with him?
Has he talked to God about this
sensitive and painful matter? '
you are young but we are not
underestimating the orange birds in your eyes
so must you go now
do not take any word from us
be proud you have what you claim
will make you survive
there is a word from your father
'Son, do not ever come back'.
perhaps your father did not really mean it
or perhaps he was just very much disappointed in you
sometimes i ask why things are not working
the way we want it
but i stopped asking then
Let go
let go
This seems to be the motto
People just come and they just go
away, and no one has ever stopped
what they want
where to go
how to spend the days in their lives
you may ask me ' Can you help me, please? '
i have already told you, 'I can't anymore'
Lest you be not responsible.
Lest you do not become the real man
for everyone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem