Life is like a rollercoaster.
Round and round forever in the one direction
the direction is always the one.
People get off, they come and go. They go.
Leaving with a sense of liberty.
It doesn't last long.
Some feel ill, some return.
Some people are never to come back
leaving with a sense of emptiness.
It is not what they wanted. It is not what they searched for.
They search for a different rollercoaster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aaaw i hope you don't fall off this rollercoaster you should stay on........ con me