And on this earth i tread my little pathway,
there's no need to stop and wonder why,
life continues and unrolls like a highway,
there is no plan or destiny that's mine.
I no longer have to have a reason,
light diffuses slowly with the seasons,
no sudden revelation or blinding vision,
and for life there is no meaning hidden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem