Sometimes I feel like being boastful
Then I look behind me
My shadow grins at me
I feel this shall pass
Sometimes I feel like cursing out
Then I look behind me
My shadow laughs at me
I feel this shall pass
Sometimes I feel like being mean
Then I look behind me
My shallow looks small
I feel this too shall pass
Sometimes I feel like letting go
Then I look behind me
My shadow glows with colors of the rainbow
I feel this too shall pass
This too shall pass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem