This is the 'untitled' because the fact, this, that, that, this...is a lack, lack of not telling the title of a poem or truth, but, it is, not written out in a chair, desk, but a booth; Why is I say this? Is because after all is said and done, you will miss, miss the fact that you will never, never learn about eternity, but at least we lived our lives with equality, with responsibility, real wisely, but the conclusion as not yet been made, because of how words are being more craved; Yes, in fact I am not done, because I have more to say, even though I am the only one, writing for fun, but it is not because I am bored or have nothing to say, I like to write, how I feel, in my own way; now I have passed the two dots, my checkpoint, on this lined sheet of paper, I waver, my need and want to say goodbye, this poem will forever last, never die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem