I begin Year 34 in torment
Life beyond still is dormant,
As my decline is long overdue
I can't, even now, Time subdue.
My senses stay as defenses
To idle thought and placid plight,
Pray, preach or pause for a purpose
I still play the clown in this circus,
To Distractions that keep me in-sanity,
Let my nihilism be my masked identity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem