I never stop it myself.
It comes to stoppage itself
All on a sudden or thanks to somebody else
Following the last hour bumpy journey
Often too nauseating to get on any longer.
As if I am such a passenger of such a bus
That gets to its depot before the stop
I were to get down with my own crown.
It`s okay...I have to walk alone....
Maybe for some time or long time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
............a wonderful poem.....and truly a strange journey we are on....