there will always be rules,
a system of weights,
the hands of judgment are always
carrying the scales
that may tilt against you
sometimes
and you wait and see and trying
to think deeply
accurately, balancing
and taking so much time
and distance
and even force
if needed
and even ruse and
pretense
if necessary
how to sway the scales in your
favor
is always a dream
how to score with the system of
weights is always the
most important question
how to meet the rules of the games
the games that must be yours too
so that you can finally win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem