Wouldn’t you say you were lonely,
if you filled my shoes?
When a smile can’t be found,
but a tear never hides.
When a road such as mine,
uncertain like the sky.
Seems so far,
an end not in sight.
There’s a path but that I must choose,
and its way seems so different.
I can’t find my shoes though,
tread on clouds as like a dream.
I don’t think I can walk,
for the shoes don’t fit.
I don’t think I can leave,
for I can’t forget.
Scared, you are so very true,
but you found your own fit.
We live in different world’s
you’re fact, I’m fiction.
The hardest thing for me,
for I know it fits true.
I cannot be with you,
because I found that path too early.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
getting own way to walk...poem of pride nice