When Shall I? Poem by Rafael Oliveira

What shall I, heard nowhere, nowhere found, here, now try?
Should not I, by fate bound, it defy, with no fear?
Or all fear, stay aloof and await what is near
Perhaps deer, though I hate, is this mere plan to lie.

And thus I with all dwell to forget I shall die
To you, my, this I tell, to untie is the aim
From the same myself. Time is forever, this name,
has no blame nor has ever got fame. When shall I?