It does not make sense
This thing about life
You are alive and the next moment you are not
You are alive and you seem lifeless
You are alive and you forgot how to live
You are alive and you do not want to live
You are alive and you seem not to be
But you are alive.
You are alive and you...you sit there all day
trying, making something out of your life
trying, maybe to impress.
Surely all will be forgotten in ages to come.
It really doesn't make sense.
You are always thinking about a hundred years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem