Each of us choose our path. A path hinged on a revolving door. A door powered by our faith and determination in each of our hearts.
As our doors turn, our decision to exit is limited by the speed in which we exert.
Our strenghts and weaknesses are incumbent upon our very push. If we push to fast, we overshoot our intent. However, if our push is to slow, we fall short of our ultimate goal..
Staying constant, never waivering and holding true, attains all of our goals.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem