Waking from my slumber to another boring day,
Wishing for extraordinary to take me away,
Thinking of possible escapes and secret paths,
I close my eyes envision this life and start to ask,
What is existence and are we really here,
Or are we all the same; just peering in a mirror,
No man holds the answers that living teaches,
Be him a poor bum or rich man on beaches,
So stop sitting still wishing for amazing,
Life is yours and greatness is for the taking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem