I saw a statue, half sculpted;
On top a man, right hand raised;
The bottom undefined, unchiseled.
Wondered what came first?
The rock, or the man.
How fast did the sculptors
imagination ran?
Was it a rock or me?
My eyes saw what my sou
Wanted to see.
We are are sculptors
Hammer in our hand;
Chiseling ourselves
For a future grand.
So raise your hand at yourself,
If you believe
Harder u chisel, more you achieve;
Then someone else shall wonder;
How fast your imagination Ran;
And you shall be a self made man.
A self made man...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very unique and divinely strange: ] haha very intellegent to compare the two