It was just yesterday
I used to dream about tomorrow.
Now the past seems so far away,
Now transformed, streamlining a Camaro.
People could never gaze my horizon,
Now look at me, staring at the endless sky.
Living the serene riches of the Amazon,
I’m the glowing in life, like a florescent dye.
No, No, no one can wipe the smile
Now their dreams live upon this face.
The doubts, certainly my happiness is fertile,
Like the Earth and stars I spin interstellar space.
Paradise created, textured by my own brush,
Material is not what I live, it’s something beyond yourself.
I breathe golden moments, as the sunsets, oh what a rush!
Dreams do come true; when lost, it’s nice to find oneself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem