Happily accepting whatever I am thrown;
Knowing sincerely of the many people alone;
Wondering how they face their indescribable thoughts;
Of unhappiness and desires and memories long lost;
Finely accepting whatever life has;
Seeing people's thoughts, hidden behind a mask;
Wondering how they face living day to day;
Living unhappy and lowly as if they have no say;
Plainly accepting all that's in store;
Hoping they are reminded of their friends and their amore;
Looking at the pictures hanging on the wall;
Thinking of the stories they hide all in all;
Blankly denying all that I am thrown;
Saying to myself how I eternally should have known;
Happiness lasts for a very short time;
Maybe I'll find it again; hiding among the vines...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can't even begin to tell you how true this is. Wow.