Like being alive
and in a state of living
you are in a state you know about
like living in one country
but going to
another country
you know nothing about
like light
slowly
leaving the sky
as the deepest darkness
starts to appear
your license to live
it will sooner
or later expire
be you a beggar on the street
a king ruling a mighty empire
all must go
through the tunnel
all by themselves
where they end up!
nobody knows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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