He runs forward
Never looking back
To the mist
Of once he called home
All he sees is the future
Filled with dreams of a kid
That was once beat out of high school
Of a kid that once sat alone
Of a kid that was me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was quite attention gripping, and insightful. it was a stirring of emotions, inscentive to dream, the will to chase those dreams- and never look back well done! and keep up the good work. why don't you write about thankgiving and about chrismas? they will be here soon. and read my poems about the seasons. - Macy dvirnak