If only, we could take life, with a
grain of salt. Then whatever
happens, will be our fault. How
can we know, from one minute
to the next? Is there a way to find
out, when there is no text? Life is
complicated enough, to be sure.
However, look at all, we must
endure. There are no books, to
teach you, the fundamentals, of
what's wrong or right. You have
to use your common sense and
hope, it turns out all right. It's a
process, we have to go through
and in the end, allow ourselves,
that grain of salt. And whatever
our fate is to be, it definitely, will
be our fault!
ah a sense of destiny and control in the power of our hands we wait never to told what to do and yet still out of control i bow at this poem for it makes me wonder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bugger! the salt its not my fault! my mission was filled with indecision i tried my best, did i pass the test? were my claims of virtue been overridden?