All the time in the world can't compare
New beginnings and grand ideas I'm to prepare
Stressing myself to make my dreams reality
Somehow the pressure is all I feel and see
I will do great things in the grand scheme
With dreams so compelling what's it all mean?
Which to start first or dare I even try
Urges too strong to even comprehend why
I realize it's time to make my move
Yet which goal is right for me to pursue?
Gut feelings hit and cut me way too far
Every fail has left me with a deep scar
Which dreams will survive in the end?
Whatever God has chosen I will win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem