Sometimes in the darkness sanity leaves, not
knowing which direction to go.
Safety is no longer existent, life has stopped
and sits remotely on a merry-go-round, no longer
identifying with anyone in space or time.
Life goes around with no purpose, stops when it
is over.
Duty follows itself in circles, never contemplating
why it does so.
Obligations fly away slowly with the wind, never
landing, except momentarily in some people's minds.
Controversy climbs ever higher within each of us
and insanity seemingly takes over the daily grind
called life.
Continuing in a continuous circle, never climbing
off or holding on, only falling over when it
becomes too much to handle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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