Lives like mine, from birth like an ignited engine,
Rise and fall, as sound changes
With the manipulation of the accelerator.
The manipulator of whom we have but a vision.
Life, like an engine, starts and ceases
Only when the Driver wishes.
But unlike an engine, Man must move;
Even when unable to sustain, because,
Mr Hope is always in view,
A view beyond our view.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem