You can't gasp while seeking the truth
You need to know your sky
You need to know what makes you strong, you need to know your blues
Launch yourself in a place, little secure
There's no need to draw lines
They want to see you the way they want
You don't have to answer their 'whys'.
Being you is your best option
Never fumble in your wish and your desires
Lay them clean before everyone, show them your fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem