Stalking through the night, existence trails into another
sphere of intellect.
Knowing the exact and precise reasons for doing whatever
is shown in coded formulas for the rest of life.
Viewing everything in consequences of how to get through
the circumference of everyday beings on earth.
Solidly picking and selecting choices that sound particularly
good to each one of us.
Tapping our way through rhythms that are being written down,
looking forward to meanings, changing to those of a grander
period of living in the future.
Destiny having been forewarned and set to pick up where it
left off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem