Italian restaurant, somewhere in Mexico
table for one, window seat
As he takes his seat
he is struck with awe
laid out before him
is a blank canvas...
Is it swathed in white
or like him, waiting to be painted?
Perception is everything
in this obscure game titled life
And if life is truly a game
it is one void of rules - of answers
except for the ones we ourselves create
On a board game
where we're all colorful game pieces
our destination is always the same
but with a roll of the die
we land in different places
make different choices
lead different lives
There isn't a left or right
corner on the block
we simply are, where we are
on this endless roadmap:
"You are here"
Might as well make the best of it
Tell me, will you splatter the canvas with rainbows
Or do you find it to be a finished work of art
coated in white?
The dice rattle, sliding across the gameboard
they are bound to land you somewhere
what you do there is your decision
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You've worked this poem in a very clever and interesting way, involving decision taking, games of chance and the choice regarding the white canvas. It's a big 10 from me, Nika and a place in my list of favourites.