Traveling roads, narrow and meant for only me, watching
every detail that befalls.
Seeing the passage of time, taking me farther away from
the beginning of life.
Not knowing how it can happen so quickly without realizing
how it is done.
Silently, alone, traipsing through it, never knowing when
this will be my last moment on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O' my life thy name is uncertainty only......................