I thought once that
I had the life
of a normal man
But events moved past me
Like freeway traffic
Fast and roaring
Massive in scale
Rush and noise
Night or day
Constant moving
Constant noise
But unnoticed
It became
the salve
to my sleep
Til' one day
I noticed
And heard the sound
And awoke to what was around me
And could no longer listen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last four lines differentiate the process of listening and hearing. Though we hear, we have stopped listening! well done!