If you sense there's nix to do,
If you sense no one's here for you,
Turn your mind and peek at me,
Because by your side, I'll ever be.
Overcurrent, unto tomorrow,
I'll aid you to get over this sorrow,
Griping your fin, proper by your side,
Together we can glide.
Away from this awful place,
To the field, where bliss, is all that we'll face,
Forever, endlessly, just you and I,
Invisible in joy, side by side.
But, woe, it's all just a vision,
As you not here, in front to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem