Pretty deep but rather incomplete,
Earmarked for tragedy,
Benched by suspicion,
His life model was never sustainable
Just getting by, one day to the next,
Seeing the reality of it all,
So there was no daydream to live
The natural course he has taken,
At least the one he has followed for a number of years
An escalation of events has demanded another future path,
He is unclear if his shoes are steady enough to handle the trail,
Or believe in tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem