Chasing away a myriad of doubts, stalking me interiorly.
Wondering if I'll ever be able to concentrate on needs that are pressing me agitatedly throughout life.
Standing alone, rightfully weighing situations and circumstances with balance, trying to be fair to myself, yet putting others ahead of what I want in life.
Pressing matters of friends characterize who I am at any given time, allowing a gentle freedom to be expressed throughout the entire thought process.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem