like an athlete
of a marathon
you run your life
hurdling through
obstructions
gasping for breath
on strong thuds
always in mind
the finishing line
the only happy ending
is in the winning...
good luck, baby
but you may still
change your mind
about what we are
supposedly
for another happy ending
that i have in my mind...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guess there are different goals