Perhaps I'll leave this place.
I've far horizons to explore.
The world is wider than my feeble vision,
And echoes can not see.
I feel a calling to depart
From the commonplace and usual.
My perception has been dulled
By repetition.
And so I'll leave,
Take up my hopes, and travel
Far, to that waiting destination
Until existence again bores me.
Then I'll leave once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A hunger for new horixzons that mativates the moving of the mondane to embrace the reality of novelty.