Stationed on the doorstep of life, poised, ready for
flight.
Suddenly feel mischievous and do a double back flip
out of sight.
Not wanting anyone to watch, living life dangerously,
on the spot.
Not caring to take the time for second thoughts,
just plunging in hurriedly.
Taking the anger and hatred inside and holding hands
with it, becoming a risk taken again.
Falling from the sky, racing around a track, doing
anything that will excite me, on the brink of death.
Fulfilling faithfully, death wishes of every type,
flaunting life while looking into the eyes of death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem