It isn't a constant downward spiral
Nothing is ever so simple
It more so starts out left
and makes a sharp right
Then flies over a bump,
is slightly suspended
But eventually feels the force of gravity
and falls through a couple of cracks
but is caught by a protrusion,
a fairly weak protrusion that breaks
and it is then again freefalling
sometimes slow
other times, speedily
until it somehow manages to find its footing again
and the process sort of just repeats itself
After years of repetition,
it may simply spiral into oblivion
but for the time being
things just aren't that simple
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem