Ways of life meander over earth, telling stories of
toil and strife, keeping itself afloat through many
trials, head up, shoulders back, heart forward.
Traipsing slowly, commandeering purposes, doing
everything in ways of my own making.
Nothing getting in the way, no obstacle too large
to obliterate daily.
Always following self down pathways I create and
imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem