lets write poems

Ways of changing themselves change.
There are always other ways.
The mountain road leads front and back;
To left and right tread newer paths.

What have you done to this world?
The world, which was fated,
You will sacrifice?
If the judge of that fate
Lies forever invisible,
Can it be said that
There is no such judgment?
If the judge you see presides
Under a greater judge,
Who then hides evermore -
This, too, is the same.