And sometimes you look into the sun, and you see looking back at you-
is somebody you never wanted to be, doing something you never wanted to do.
And somehow it remains there, getting stronger and stronger like a monolith.
And you don't know how you are going to look away and back to a life forthwith.
With that you could have been happy by, and that you would have done with sincere gusto.
But all that life could do for you is corner you into a desperado's manifesto.
And you're there in the sun making it become what nobody wanted to happen that way.
About which nobody knew what to say. But on this planet you are expected to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great visuals. Thanks for posting it.