I stand.
I fall,
I crumble,
I cry,
I listen,
I smile,
I clash,
I run,
I try and make it,
To the end,
But something holds me back,
I twirl,
I dance,
I understand,
The answer isn’t for me to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you say you do these things and still don't know the answer as to why but you still do them.