If you’d boast of some defeat
Then why should I move towards you?
Why should my steps be at the same pace as yours?
For each time I’d make a step you’d get closer
to what I’d assume your reward.
and in the end
I’d wonder whether it was
something,
or all that was from the beginning
never was.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem