Looking into the future, seeing a horizon silently waiting
for the very last moment and breath of this earthly life,
soul feeling it's pull tugging at it.
Wanting to return home to heaven, yet having to wait until
this purpose on earth has been fulfilled, constantly search-
ing through mathematical odds and equations.
Finding them in rhythms of music, living, yet some people
pouring salt into wounds of loss and grief, somehow finding
satisfaction in seeing another being hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem