So many lives we wish to live
Yet forced to live our own
Because what is a soul without any purpose?
Just a spirit left to wallow and roam?
So many questions without any answers
So many answers without a question below
Life’s one great mystery wanders our mind
Something from within we might never want to know
Are we bound to live a life of greatness?
Or to fall into the depths of greed
Do we pick up our blade to defend another?
Or to slaughter and fulfill our creed
Our greatest treasure is our life
Yet our greatest curse is to follow
We can feel its cold grip on our shoulder
We can feel it when we swallow
The boiling pot of prosperity
Stirs up the inner chaos of the soul
A fleeting memory of the past
A fleeting grasp of reality
We struggle to grasp the ethereal
The last image of the past
To understand the present
And remember the life before
The unforgettable coarseness of a bridge
A bridge’s shadow where water flows above
Waters of wistful consideration
Intertwining the heart and the mind’s desires
I struck the strings of my heart
To hear the melody of my soul
What I crave is not quite the tune of its story
But the sound of its turbulence
A tranquil chaos rises from the east
In its wake it brings tales of destruction
And rebirth once it completes its journey
Arisen as a being of the day and the night
I have wandered for wondering
And wondered why I was wandering
I had a clear path and yet
I was still stalked by uncertainty
A light shines for us in the distance
But in no direction we can go
Because no one can enter the domain of their soul
And its contents no one can know
But past the darkness hidden within
Past where we have gone
Past the dark abyss of our mind
Everything must go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem