i must tell you
about this trip
do not ask about
what's next
look behind us
they already burned the bridge
look over there
the house where we
live
cannot be seen anymore
do not ask where
is next
i am not sad
there are so many reasons
for excitement
you see
we have no more of that past
it is the bridge and the house
we do not need them
you see
we have so many places to go
the mind is our own
companion
creator
and imagination is
infinite
do not ask me
where we are going
the answers are too many
to be said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem