Another hopeful starry eyed dreamer
strikes off on her own
to carve out a place,
live it her way, call all the shots
whether you like it or not.
Freedom's bus careens off roads
into ditches, smacks into walls;
reckless, with no common sense at all,
freedom is a child with one speed,
lofty goals, and no controls.
But she will learn, it will be her life's story;
because experience teaches each one of us
that our roads have the same destination
and all lead to the same revelation...
'it is WE who crash ourselves.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem