I've been here before.
Dreams no one wants me to achieve.
A lesson learned the hard way.
All I got was the run around.
Keep dreaming was my motto.
Until the dreams just died.
I fought back with faith.
Until success just slipped away.
Now I'm back on square one.
Trying to reinvent those dreams.
Even with faith, the giants succeeded.
Should I try again?
I've been here before.
There's the burned out fire.
The place I set up camp.
I just went in circles.
I set out without a map.
No knowing what I was doing.
Just found myself lost.
Unprepared for the wild.
Why set out again?
Look where it got me.
I know how it starts.
How it ends.
For me, once around is enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem