In the world's dreams,
We still find our nightmare.
Dangling from our own self reflection,
Taciturn about our path.
All I can ask,
Why we always do it to ourselves?
Traveling in a turnabout,
Not finding an out.
Dancing in the starry twilight,
Trying to grasp, trying to breathe.
In a moment, finding solace,
It all becomes clear.
We simply are, here I am,
Standing, looking in a mirror.
Giving a halfhearted smile,
And shrugging, saying 'Oh, well.'
I have come to far,
I have traveled this road a long time.
Either take me as I come,
Or wave and pass me by.
I won't extend a finger,
I'll give a simple nod.
Turning in acceptance,
I'll simply carry on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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