Doing so well
Seems I'm falling down again
Gotta pick myself up
Get rid of the dirt
Polish and shine
Glow in the dark
Even on the most distressful nights
Let my song travel and be heard
Still smiling bright
Because I need to
I remember my past
I know my present
My future is obscure
So would I laugh in their faces
Or join up with them in their fun
Would I bother to understand them
Or completely disregard them, setting them in a separate box
Cannot keep falling
So close to the top
And when that top is reached
Another appears
An ongoing journey
Not a chore
But an adventure
To discover and determine yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Remember there is no other way but to fall forward, pick yourself up just as you said and wear some different shoes. Love the last verse. Thank you