destruction will clear the chaos
you need to trust your instinct
don't let your guard down for a bit
don't even begin to blink
you have no energy to waste
but you possess all the mind to think
choose your words very wisely
don't let any thoughts astray
put yourself on a higher ground
don't let your present be frayed
need to take grip of your youth
for those leaves to be gracefully grey
decisions will be marred with doubt
fingers will be raised at every play
self-belief will take a beating
doubts will be born with every lay
cuts and bruises received by the soul
must you endure before you pray
she will mess with your happy place
because she's the one who makes it right
dilemma of ever returning there
will make you fret the inner might
confusion on your face you'll wear
eyes so open and wide, still have nothing in sight
tomorrow you shall wake aware
of your state of shedding your weight
maybe you would feel alive
or deader than a living bait
it is then that you need to decide
this existence or the next fate
until then i shall enjoy this
you writing and erasing your slate
jsjv
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I would like to translate this poem