I find myself moving towards a place too well known,
I hesitate and then move anyway,
it seems as if this place has not future for me,
but how did I get here,
and what has become of this place since I've been gone,
that it be so dark and distant now,
have I ever truly been here before,
or just thought I might have known of a place unlike this place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem