Our lives preset configuration
Turns bodies into information.
My destiny is clear anyway:
Knowledge to growth, body to decay.
Conversely, at a moment’s notice,
Life can turn knowledge into bodies.
So, it’s a constant relay race —
To pass the baton in any case.
Yet, if I search for the final goal
It looks like talking to a wall.
The final goal is a goal none,
Unreachable for everyone.
April 27,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem