The world is a rollercoaster
rising and dropping rapidly;
it seems, except for me,
everyone screams in their loudest voice
appreciating the novelty and excitement.
For not sharing in the enthrallment,
I am cast off by the world
at its moment of deceleration
I forgot to grasp tight.
So now
I'm here at the foot of the mountain
writing my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem