Destiny sprinkled like sand in an hour glass,
as i wake up the morning, and i ask myself,
should i excel and pass my self,
run the race with the broken leg,
win with the pain of success,
that runs along side you,
that pushes you to change,
and to misplace hate,
ignite the flame of eagerness,
that lies dormant in your body,
in your soul, lies dormant waiting,
for you to call it, ring the bell,
the call of silence that shatters chaos,
brings you to the elevated level,
that you once dreamed about,
leaving the child behind,
breaking the shell to develop,
that's just the way it is: -D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem