An endless sky
Above my head spreads its infinite possibilities,
So many ways, so much space;
Offered to whatever takes its chance across the clouds.
And here I am,
With my tiny hand,
My tiny feet,
And my big fears;
Hoping to find a path, someday,
That will lead me straight to Light.
But such a path does not exist,
Yet,
And it can only be shaped
By the footprints of those who dare to lead the way.
So as much as I do not know
What my path will be made of,
I do know where I'm heading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem