Those who can not clear their heads,
By a resting done,
To move forward on their paths...
And put to bed a past.
Are those seeking to find explanations,
For anyone to grasp onto with time to give...
To excuse again what has been done they did,
As if some have not moved on with lives to live.
And for them there is only one process of life!
That which condons not being able to live their own,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem