I drew nothing in my mind, when it started out whole, the ideas were brimming but the cup as they say: only half full.
So many ideas so many thoughts, a depressed person would argue it had all been for nought.
I drew a picture at best a outline, of plans for my future put into action on papaer and there it seemed fine...
but no matter how I tired i edited it, all the time...
I drew a card, a hand was dealt, yes that old saying that our parents telt,
You make the most of hand your given even if its bad, under every rain cloud theres a silver lining-now arnt you glad?
As old and stupid as the sayings may be, there isnt a lesson I can teach that you havent tought me, so do yourself a favour and dont be so harsh,
because i drew tommorow.... now arnt you glad that todays past?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem