Thank god for the earth, our toy
For all us girls and boys to play with
When our thoughts grow somber,
Helping our minds to pleasantly wander away.
Away from the dark recesses to places where our lofty ambitions
Seem feasible. Somewhere where our dreams
Seem reasonable.
Some things happen for no reason.
Some people will never be pleased.
We all have questions that will never be answered.
We all say things when we know no one is listening.
It’s possible to tell the truth without 100% certainty
But is it really the truth to you if you don’t believe?
Occasionally, everything can go wrong and you still feel GREAT.
Because you endured. You survived.
And that’s the end of Round 1.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem