Sunday, March 05, 2006

Soch - an effort in translation

Talking to myself,
laughing and crying too.
The getting upset,
and then trying to make it up to me.
I often tire myself out,
And then begin the cycle anew.
I am my own friend philospher and guide,
my own destination and perchance, the road too.
I lose myself in me, while looking for myself,
and wander around, in my own musings.
I often wonder, For how long , I'll wander in myself
and, if these thoughts of mine, will ever reach anywhere