Only when we fight to defend can it be noble if only even in our very own heads.
Knowing the right choice, for the right reason is not freely given. But with experience comes ye old wisdom.
That which can only earned through timeless choices which can be make or break.
A risk not taken, is a risk not known.
What is worthy, what is a mistake?
A jig saw puzzle that shows infinite different fates depending on the steps taken.
All roads lead somewhere if your willing to travel the distance.
So the question isn't what can be gained or lost.
But at what point do these empty streets converge or diverge.
At what point do you hesitate,
At what point does fear of unknown leave you satisfied with what is known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem