Strangely will I one day see, what can be deemed
Impeccably odd, sights left only to surreal dreams
I seek out a treasure longed for by many failures
As I gamble away my youth for something I'll have later
A pursuit out of the ordinary and into myself
Separating a man from mankind as I leave my shell
I am made by the conformity arisen from desires unborn
But sold, of which had once made me feel forlorn
When I tread through merciless backwaters in despair
It leaves me wondering what I will do when I get there
I blindly and daringly pursue a long-term impulse
But still, foolishness is better then being lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem