I know that every matter
cannot be only black and white,
but what is right is right
and a lot of wrong things are going on.
Inertia bothers me,
while life keeps on happening
and constantly I need activity,
as it's a strange philosophy.
I am not off to set the world right,
have had my conflicts, wars and fights
but still I am trying to change things
with words and deeds and small happenings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem