Living today,
soon out of hand.
Nowhere and nothing.
Law of the land.
Animal drives
thrust in the dark,
awaiting that moment
you hit your mark.
Lost on the way,
running late.
Soon off course,
in a bad state.
What a sad fate,
prospects so poor:
Led to our end
with a lifelong lure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem