There isn’t always meaning
in everything that happens
and sometimes things
are rather grey than black and white,
but the grey is something
that bothers me at times
when I try to find answers
in what happens with my life.
I am sick of standing
on the sideline
as the game of life is always continuing
and sometimes I also want to plant
the ball between the poles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem